
The Artist’s Way: Week 1 (or Notes from a letter of recommendation written on my behalf)
It’s a Monday night and I’m reading some of the most generous words ever written about me. It’s hard to avoid the fact that reading whole paragraphs about my writing feels self-indulgent and embarrassing. And if that’s not enough, I feel a sudden jolt of shame, like I’ve been scolded. Reprimanded.
Ten reasons I’m choosing to blog in the year 2025
I want to. And no part of that “want to” includes monetization, so who cares that blogging is dead, anyway.
