Part Jenny Holzer/part Dr. Bronner
The sunrise today:
(The black and white photo is 83-year-old Glenda Jackson as King Lear. It will hang there on my office closet doors, I predict, forever.)
Not everyone feels compelled to do this is a sustaining thought for me. When I first started working in earnest on my memoir last year, I serendipitously ran into a friend who has written professionally for a long time, and as I was whining about how hard writing is, being all have you noticed: writing sucks lol, and he reminded me of this. Not everyone feels the need to do this. In fact, most people distinctly… do not. So can’t the impulse be an honor? The ideas, tugging at your hem? Would you rather be satisfied without them? Would you rather tell them to find someone else? Straighten your seams, keep your eyes level?
[Readers, in unison: HELL NO]
And finally, something I think about a lot:
I love you (and Phoebe Bridgers),
Lindsey