This is my writer’s place of last resort. It is how I hope to find the way back to my voice. So I write.
I will write through a migraine.
I will write even though I do not know what I have to say.
I will write in spite of the toxic air outside my window.
I will write even though it seems as if the world has gone mad.
I will write knowing that people will believe anything if it suits what they already believe.
I will write even though I am afraid that this is the only place I will ever be read.
I will write at peak loneliness when I’ve been communicating nonstop from this little weird virtual island I call my desk.
I will write while asking myself is it worth it?
I will write even though it has all been said before.
I will write even if I don’t see anything changing for the better.
I will write when I may not have the skill or the insight or a goal.
I will write the evidence of my existence.
I will write a momentary spark, a word into the universe.
Because I know you’re out there writing too.
Or painting, or singing, or dancing.
I write because this word, with your dance and their song, is a counterweight to all that weighs on us.
Survival is bereft of meaning.
The meaning is ours to write, to yawp into the universe, in the hope that it echoes back to us.
You are not alone.
Hello my fellow humans. Feeling like absolute shit here. It’s okay. It was bound to happen. The struggle is real, but not insurmountable. I wanted to tell you that I am thinking of you. I am hoping that whatever challenges you are overcoming, swimming, drowning in, that you are not alone and that this is the time when we need to reach out to each other and say Hey, whatcha got goin’ on there? Drop me a note and tell me how you are dealing with floods, fires, viruses, all the other things humans have to deal with…
Here’s a little assessment I wrote on myself:
Anxieties: kid’s illness, menopausal miseries, failure to make progress as a writer, ambivalence about my MFA program, pandemic, wildfire smoke, drought, empty nesting next year.
Current joys: coffee and quiet time in the morning before everyone gets up, surprise cake from a friend, My Dad Wrote a Porno Podcast, Zoom conversations with friends, ripe cherries, naps.
Best Advice I’m Following at the Moment: Take frequent breaks from computer work – rest your eyes and get up and move.
What are your biggest worries?
What has given you great joy/comfort/laughter?
What’s your best advice at the moment for others?