I hit a moment yesterday morning in the minutes before I had to leave my writing spot for the subway that sent me flying high with motivation, making plans, assuring the good half of me that I would not let the bad half give up. I have flirted with giving up on things over the [...]
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14 years together with e today! How is it possible to be in love (more in love each year) with the same person for 14 years? I have no idea how it turned out this way, but I can tell you it is possible. E and I grew up together. We would not be who [...]
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Today is the day my favorite person, e, was born. Thus, I made him banana pancake-crepes (my mother’s recipe) and we will have dolsot bibimbap (what else?) at our current favorite restaurant for dinner. In between we will do whatever he wants. I wish there was a way I could express in writing how I [...]
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I had a decent day yesterday—some might even call it a fine day. A good day? I’ll even say that.
But first there was panic. It was early, still dark out, and I was leaving to go write at Starbucks before work when, as usual, I went to reach into the little blue ceramic holder on [...]
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We saw a terrible movie last night. It was so bad that about 9 minutes in, there were the silent looks between E and me—this is awful, isn’t it? should I be the first one to say it?—and then soon after, and I don’t remember who said it first, we were outright bad-mouthing it, with [...]
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In my mind right now is a tiny little thing. It started smaller than a pea, just this miniature glob knocking around up in there, sometimes I’d notice it, but most times I’d just let it be. It’s this idea I have. For the past few days I had a headache, so I couldn’t think [...]
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The practical thing would be to revise my novel. Or, I have a big project coming up, one I’m working on with another writer, and which I will be focusing on with great intensity the rest of this month. I should be getting a jump on that this morning, instead of residing in my usual [...]
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Today feels like Saturday. I could’ve sworn it was, when I awoke this morning, when I heard our upstairs neighbor stomping in her heels in her early-morning relay race to find a suitable outfit to wear (the girl wears her heels even to brush her teeth at night; I imagine them to be fuzzy-toed and [...]
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I have a friend I’ve seen maybe four times in my life. Each time I feel an intense connection, sure she is someone I am meant to know. We bond over the strangest things—art, books, blogs, cities, yes, but also booty girls, underwear, waxes, cheesecake. She doesn’t judge me. She’s an inspiration. If I had [...]
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E has been working on many shoots lately and is out again tonight. All alone with myself I’ve already:
Cleaned up half of the living room then collapsed on the couch
Made a meal of cheese and crackers, cherry tomatoes, and cereal for dinner
Watched back-to-back TV shows on a borrowed DVD instead of writing
Broke our last nice [...]
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This morning I successfully awoke when the alarm went off, and I successfully stayed awake in the crucial minutes immediately after when I am tempted, oh so tempted, to stumble into the living room and collapse for a quickie morning nap on the couch. I stayed awake, I think because reality was pulling on my [...]
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This is what E, my other half, just said to me. He then said: “I can’t wait to read all the books you’ll write. And I get to read them first.” He’s not one for empty compliments. And yes it’s true: everything I write, he reads it first.
Being a writer has been the most grueling, [...]
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I came home to a rejection letter in the mailbox. This one to a short story. Which one, who knows, I haven’t checked yet. Anyway, it’s one of those tiny little slips, like they squeezed as many as they could onto one sheet of paper and cut it up again and again. The standard “Thank [...]
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is my birthday. Today is also the day I received (via email, via the account of her assistant) a rejection for my novel from a prominent agent who I had tangled myself up in hope thinking perhaps-maybe-you-never-know-i-could-be-lucky that she might like the thing this time. Email said no: my revisions were not enough. My heart [...]
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1) A month off from work. I am not exaggerating; that’s how I did the last revision. And not just a month off from my full-time job, it was a month away from the frenzy of New York City, a month away from TV, a month away from the love of my life, which made [...]
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