I’ve been talking lately with friends who are writers. They spend a lot of their time creating meaning, sharing ideas, and generally smithing sense into strings of words on the screen. Some of those words are destined to become actual printed text on physical pages. But mostly, the words that they and I wrangle will only live here in the ether, ones and zeros transformed into back-lit symbols that convey what we think about to folks like you who read those symbols and then think about them in your own ways.
However, one of my friends spent most of their time over the past few years writing words that help people plan, help people coordinate, help people work together. This kind of writing doesn’t feel very artful, and it might not seem expressive. And now, this friend is working to return to the kind of writing that conjurs up possibilities, carries readers into hope and action, makes vital connections between the planet and…