ON WRITING HUNGRY:
I like to taste my words, so I tend to write on an empty stomach.
Not to the point of being famished because then I’ll eat the first word I conjure. But just hungry enough where the right word will ignite my salivary glands; and the wrong word will have me spitting it up like poison.
Few things are more divine than satiating my hunger
with a feast of perfectly prepared words:
Thickly cut nouns dressed with barely steamed adjectives
and held together by a savory verb reduction
that if done right will not require any salty adverbs.
What are your writing rituals and habits?
What’s an example of a barely steamed adjective? Now I have to know . . . (For some reason I’m imagining asparagus.)
I had Brussels sprouts in mind, layer upon layer of leafy goodness. But I can see why asparagus captured your imagination. The added bonus of asparagus is you’re reminded of its potency upon bodily release.