I’m feeling different about myself lately, more confident, or at least accepting of where I am and what I am and what is. It’s nice. Deadline Monday and I’ll feel even better.
Last night I had dinner with my very first workshop professor from my very first class at my MFA program years and years ago when I was 22. I loved the way she remembered my short stories.
This was the wall hidden by my gigantic dresser—when the dresser was moved across the room, these taped-up pictures were revealed. I forgot I put them up.
Things are changing, but I’m still the same person in here.
Have a good weekend!
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It is like a time capsule. A channel of communication inverse to the letters authors are writing to their younger selves. I especially love the image with the watermelon.
The one with the house on top of tree roots looks really interesting. It’s nice to find stuff like that sometimes.
this is something that makes me really happy. i want you to tell me things like this every day. i love you and admire you more than you will ever know.