Increasingly those romantic images of writers like James Baldwin smoking in a corner while he bashed out words on a typewriter, or Joan Didion staring out into space in the vast emptiness of her house while she composed a story, don’t speak to the collaborative processes many writers do engage with or would like to engage with if they had the chance.
My primary practice is a lonely for-the-page kind of practice, but in the last several years, I’ve had all the joy and frustration and opportunity that collaboration affords a writer. By working with artists in a variety of disciplines including dance, multimedia, weaving and sewing and painting I’ve both gained new audiences and learned a lot that has been filtered back into my individual practice as a writer.
