Writing.

The Why

I started as a diary writer in 2005, because my thoughts were too loud and it felt unsafe to share them with any human.

For almost twenty years it stayed there — in notebooks, in Notes apps, in margins of books. I have always been a writer who paused when she didn’t feel like writing. Most writers will tell you that is the problem. I am trying to break that habit. In public.

This page is a meta-journal — the writing about the writing. The drafts that died, the essays that took ninety minutes instead of two weeks, the day I finally figured out you do not have to be clever in the first paragraph.