Took off work for
My 40th Birthday
The coldest day of the winter yet. I wrote from home this morning and while I kept getting distracted I eventually worked on the novel and the porno story. Neither felt effortless which wound up making me feel good about things – like subject matter doesn’t matter so much, when it’s difficult it’s difficult.
I journaled about my insecurities. On my thirtieth birthday I set a chimney on fire.0 Comments