Natalie Goldberg gave me the phrase “open a vein”.
I mean, she didn’t make it up or anything, but she gave it meaning for me.
Writing is easy, just open a vein.
Sometimes, when I write about parental narcissism, I get an idea and start, but then run away from the story.
Writing this shit is hard, yo.
I’m trying to find the right combination of words to describe my weekend workshop and am coming up short
I spent quality time with some amazing writers. I spent quality time with my friends. With my tribe.
Two more weekends before we list our house. There’s a 50/50 chance we’ll make that date. I mean, it’s our date, we can change it if we want.
We went from seeing no houses where we are looking, to houses being listed and sold in a day or two. This is not improving my anxiety over finding a house. I’m sure it will be fine. A little sure. A tiny bit.
