Tonight I had dinner with M and a friend from my writing school days. And then I went to a reading of a friend from my writing fellowship days. It made me wish like hell that I could write but I have filled my days up with so much else that I hardly have time to do anything else.
I was especially not into today’s workout. I was tired and rushing around (virtually, this house is less than 1200sq. ft.) But I did it and my walk and I tried to think of it as important chores like teeth brushing.
Javier said something along the lines of encouraging writers to be more than our trauma. I loved that. He also mentioned doge which was great. Writers are some of the best people.