I want to write a little about writing as separation and writing as integration. When my kids were very young, I needed space. Physical space, psychic space, intellectual space. When I was working on my novel Motherest at various stages, I’d occasionally take a long weekend in an economy hotel an easy drive from home. (PS: if you like hotel literature, you’ll love Melissa Broder’s forthcoming
I relate to so much of this. I used to be a person who got my best work done between the hours of 8am-3pm. Sometimes I would even start earlier. Lately I cannot get any forward motion on anything that requires creative brain power until after noon. It has been frustrating to try to learn/create new rhythms, but also oddly exciting to know that I am a person who is still changing and not as locked in my ways as I thought. Is it aging, or evolution, or some form of both?
I am grateful every time you hit publish! Also, your fridge has a motherboard too. I learned this a few weeks ago when I paid $400 for some guy to fix ours. Sending you all good vibes.
Loved this, Kristen!
thanks, Karen <3
I relate to so much of this. I used to be a person who got my best work done between the hours of 8am-3pm. Sometimes I would even start earlier. Lately I cannot get any forward motion on anything that requires creative brain power until after noon. It has been frustrating to try to learn/create new rhythms, but also oddly exciting to know that I am a person who is still changing and not as locked in my ways as I thought. Is it aging, or evolution, or some form of both?
Thanks for this, Joshua! When the frustration gives over to excitement, that's the good stuff. Xo
I am grateful every time you hit publish! Also, your fridge has a motherboard too. I learned this a few weeks ago when I paid $400 for some guy to fix ours. Sending you all good vibes.
Aw thank you Beth <3 Good vibes right back w/ the pod!