After reading “My Family’s Slave,” Alex Tizon’s story in the Atlantic, my mind has been a cauldron.
As I prepare for my company’s annual meetup, I revisit my past flash talks and (not surprisingly) amass a list of abandoned topics for my next one.
Notes on editing, writing, and working — and a Q&A with writer Richard Gilbert, who recently published “Why I Hate My Dog” on Longreads.
I’ve needed a more private space to write. I’ve enjoyed having a readership here over the years, but always facing outward — imagining a mass of people on the other side of my screen — continues to paralyze me. It’s not that I’m done with blogging. But I need to write for myself again, to write without thinking, to write and not have to answer to anyone. Sometimes it’s hard to do this when you have all these followers who say they read you because you have something to say. Or because they look up to you as some sort of model for blogging.
Inspired by Jessica Gross’ blog, Things We Like, I’ve published a longer list of things I like. I knew I could add to this list and never stop, so I gave myself an hour and stopped when my timer went off.
Our three minutes is up. We don’t share our work aloud. I ask if anyone free-writes by hand like this regularly, and no one raises their hand. I tell them, and I remind myself, that we should allow ourselves this private time to write. That despite a life that unfolds on the internet, we can still write with no intent to publish.
Writing — that good, automatic type of writing that I haven’t experienced in years — is like waiting for a bowel movement.
I interviewed Sarah Menkedick, writer and founder of Vela Magazine, over on Longreads.
This site is more a museum of me, my posts like exhibits behind panes of glass.
After watching Boyhood, I wonder if I’ve been looking at it all wrong. Perhaps there are no versions, but just me.