More than a decade sitting on this one and I’m finally feeling the pull of it as being imperative rather than merely tempting.
I make a point of marking my birthday with reviewing where I’ve come in the…
Who we are to the world- not just who we are trying to be.
If there’s anything that starts to weigh us down it’s the potential of things that might or could have been, but aren’t. I think those are the living ghosts we can be haunted by that keep us up at night no matter how good things are.
Stories with women that are just set dressing or targets for the male protagonists are worthless. Flesh her out. Give her agency and goals of her own.
That is what this book is for me. It’s a silly story about a man who accidentally makes a movie, but along the way he, and hopefully I in writing it, will break, edit, delete and rewrite the articles above into something simpler, something elegant.
Perhaps he was protecting his image and social stature as a person who does not regularly need to poop in vulnerable public spaces- if at all.