A recent article in The Wall Street Journal describing the Morgan Library & Museum’s exhibition in New York of Emily Dickinson’s handwritten fascicles and poetry scraps gave me pause. I pictured the great poetess, as if in a film, in her Amherst home gathering up the closest scrap of “coarse brown wrapping paper” to write down an idea that had sprung to mind. I jumped cut to regarding my own creative process because I, too, often capture an … READ FULL ENTRY