I am drenched from head to toe after getting caught in a torrential downpour, but the good news is I can finally add “the upstairs bathroom at the library on 81st St” on my list of “Places I Have Cried In Public.”
I just attempted to write a thing and I couldn’t figure out how to get my point across, which made me extremely annoyed and frustrated with myself. Instead of just sleeping on it, I am going to stay up and think about how it feels to be a fraud. (Only for a little while though because self-contempt is exhausting as hell.)
I guess this is just a seriously maddening lull in playwriting and writing in general, but when this happens I know that I need to read more. For whatever reason I haven’t been reading much of anything since school ended. This has damn near tranquilized any talent for writing I have in me. So, what was the last book or long form piece that you really loved? Please recommend something to your girl.