So far so good for 2020, despite everything.
I’ve come to this conclusion: if the wars in your head ever stop, you’re done for.
There have been a couple of wars going on in my head lately. One of them is about this blog.
Do I write every day and suffer the not infrequent dread of it being 11:30 p.m. and having to come up with words? Or do I write when I am so moved which is, if I’m honest, rarely. The muse doesn’t chase me around the table while I play hard to get, it heads straight out the door to take up with more willing partners.
I want to say that I have been of two minds about writing every day. Mostly I want to say it because it has to be one of the most descriptive phrases ever.
My not-writing everyday mind says I should save myself for great essays, that all the words…
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