Gathering thoughts…
I was told as a kid that I was good at writing. That identity, “writer”, formed quietly in the background, and stayed there, since it never seemed worth much.
But I’ve assumed the identity of “editor” in plenty of circumstances - usually unasked for, unnecessary, and annoying.
I’m ready to stop tearing down and start creating.
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I am writing this right now, so that’s how I know I’m a writer. But the problem with me as a writer is that I have no experiences of note that anyone would want to hear about. The advice I’ve always given myself (distilled down from advice I’ve heard others give) is “write vignettes, write them detailed and vivid and relatable, witty, etc etc, just write bits of things you…
I lay on the mat staring up at the kaleidoscopic reflections on the ceiling. I pictured the next thing I could do at that moment. I pictured an event that could follow that, and another to follow that, and I whizzed around and around until I caught myself, and I realized I was Telescoping. In the next few moments, I hurtled helplessly into the future. I saw my next minutes,…
