Sit & Write #131
Greetings, friends!
I've been finding myself procrastinating on these letters because I put pressure on myself to open with some kind of thoughtful anecdote. But frankly, I'm not in a very reflective place right now. If anything, I feel like I'm on autopilot most weeks. I drag my feet through the work days, cram in a bunch of cooking and writing over the weekend, and then begin again, squeezing in chores and relationship maintenance (dates with Zach, calls with friends/family) wherever I can. Things are constantly falling by the wayside--laundry accumulates, dogs go unwalked, friends go uncontacted, a jar of something forgotten feeds on itself in the back of the fridge. Each week I scramble to keep up with the basics and the idea of expressing some well-formed reflection on writing every Monday grows more and more daunting with each passing day.
Truth be told, I don't know how one "arrives" at being a writer, even less so a good one. The old adage ("a writer is someone who writes") has …