I call my friend.
We met in Portland, but we live far apart now, both recently relocated and trying to rebuild creative selfhood in our respective hometowns.
“The perils of craft,” I say.
“But resonant frequencies,” he says.
And we’re off.
I know we’ll need more than 50 minutes, and sure enough we only get into the really good stuff right before I’m due to hop onto another call, but we started.
The starting is more important than anything else.
