So little is visible
I am continually astounded by how this work has grown, the shape it has grown into, the opportunities that have presented themselves, and how they have changed my thinking.
I am continually astounded by how this work has grown, the shape it has grown into, the opportunities that have presented themselves, and how they have changed my thinking.
I’m working on (aka second-guessing and rewriting) a new non-fiction manuscript and I’m also facing some big changes/challenges in non-writing parts of my work (more info very soon). Both have me returning repeatedly to the question of knowing, of certainty. Each day I seem to cycle through optimism, worthlessness, self-doubt, absolute confidence, complete devastation, giddiness, and…
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I have a friend on instagram who posts these lovely, sacred looking photos of her notebook ready to receive writing every morning. I look at them while I’m avoiding my own writing. Yesterday morning I was sitting on my bed with my laptop and stacks and journal and pen and the hood of my sweatshirt…
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Oh dear dear dear ones. I missed posting last week entirely. It was a busy time. There was that incredible performance and the aftermath, and there was an important sad-anniversary for me. Now I am sitting at the airport, about to get on a plane and fly across the world. Away from my children, and…
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