My writing practice has gone off the rails and getting back on track has been an enormous struggle. I am tired, and angry, and sad. Every day I wake up, look at my phone and greet the day’s tragedy or injustice. A bombing. A shooting. Another sexual predator exposed. Another assault on our democracy by Congress and this monstrous presidency. It’s exhausting. And I’m white straight, cisgendered, and middle class and thus reasonably sheltered from the fallout. I’m one of the lucky ones.
Ursula Le Guin’s viral quote from her speech at the 2014 National Book Awards has become the mantra for the writing group I belong to: We will need writers who can remember freedom. For many Americans, last Wednesday morning felt like the end of freedom. I know it felt that way for me. I tried to […]
Disclaimer This wasn’t the post I planned to write this week. I was sick with the flu for half of January, and trying to catch up ever since. I wanted to write about how illness can impact one’s writing process. But because I feel compelled to write when I am angry and troubled about an […]
So I just saw another meme urging me to beware my attitude because “the primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation, but thoughts about it.” I totally get this from the Buddhist perspective, so no letters please, but it is thrown about so much on the Internet that it has started to grate on […]