My brain has felt a little like mush this week and I haven’t been able to sit down and work on my YA novel. I haven’t known what to draw either, but I’ve wanted to make things with my hands. Low stress, low-pressure art. The answer: blackout poems.

I love the absurdity and nonsense that comes through with so many of them and how even when I haven’t written something, the words I chose from a magazine or newspaper page still reflect my voice and sensibilities.