The moment I feel momentum in a project, all I want to do is regiment the number of words I will add in a day and stack them in a timeline until I know the exact day I will reach my goal. I want to know the future. And you probably know how that ends.
Perhaps third time's the charm.
At the beginning of 2021, I decided to leave social media, following some close intimates of mine and watching, of course, The Social Dilemma. A few of you have written me to ask how it’s been. I’ve been thinking about it too, as recently I’ve decided to
Back in May, I did a check-in with myself on my yearly intentions and set some goals for summer. I also asked about yours.
Living in the end and a secret announcement.
[W]hat happens when one’s emergency impulse is made the attitude toward life? It involves transfiguring places from what they are into what I want them to solve.
Hello, I am on vacation! The Writing will return next week. In the meantime, here are two threads I have noted in the recent past on getting a writing education outside of an MFA. Meant for poets but useful for all.
On Sunday I began a postscript detailing my most vivid memories of emerging in my career thus far. It turned out to be larger than a postscript. Here’s the next leg of the journey, on my first fellowship and my first book. My first fellowship. The same year I
Once upon a time I had a strong impulse to throw parties and arrange meetings. There was something in the air for me around bringing people together. I had many reasons: the thrill of the crowd; the mystery of strangers coming together; the desire to buy the flowers myself. But