life's so silly
i'm working on this longform (everything's longform when you're used to writing 500-word short stories) personal essay thing and right now it's all rambling and guts hanging out and i'm trying to remind myself that this stage is exciting, the chance to stuff all the stories in one suitcase before taking everything out to refold and smooth it out and pack light.
can it be a mid-life crisis at 31? i could die at 62.
it's cool, guys, and i'm sorry for livejournaling the other day. basically i just have to put in the work and i'm impatient with the process and that is my always-struggle. then i freak out when i haven't accomplished the work i want. i made my office into a new office over the weekend and sweated and woke up with new tender places where i'd shoved my hip into my desk or balanced a stack of records on my shoulder. i read a lot and i wrote a lot. i gotta put in the time. all there is to it. and i will.
i love summer. xo