Write Now.
on writing, the sticky business of sharing life online, school dances & hot honey pizza.
I watch her shimmy into her dress after pulling her brunette strands into a low, messy bun. I notice her eyeliner…she knows how to do a cat-eye now.
She is nervous. So nervous. She has been living through things meant for adult bodies, and steps carefully and bravely forward every single day, certainly tonight as she attends her first semi-formal.
Gray looks over at her while he scoops up a slice of hot honey pizza (a new favorite around here). His eyes scan for any signs of danger, as do mine, while he smiles at her, and flatly says, “Hey, you look really nice.”
For some time now, over the last few years, I have struggled to share my writing, despite writing almost daily. If you have been here for a while, you know this. You also know I find it almost impossible to share my writing if I have to hold so many pieces back. The other truth is this: sometimes our lives are the priority. Our people are the priority. And so it is for those of us whose work is to pour out, we find ourselves holding space for pause. I have not had anything left to share; I have been doing the most important work of my life, these last few years, within these four walls.
But oh, how I have missed you all. I have missed sharing the words that pour out on a page directly from the center of myself. I have missed the deep work of long writing. So here, in this sacred space, you will find us talking about life, healing, and the messy beauty of being human. This is where I will spend the most time, as, like many of you, I am finding social media to be more and more empty. This place, it is for us, just like the blog was, not so long ago.
So stay a while, will you?
You can get my monthly newsletter for free, or if you want to support my work, you can have my words delivered to your inbox weekly for the price of a cup of coffee per month. I don’t like to box myself in, but this is the plan for now. It is scary and vulnerable to directly ask for paid support for my writing, but I know it is time. I never was much of an “influencer,” anyway. It feels like the right time to simply be a writer and an artist. No more, no less. It is why I am here.
It is time to write…now.
Love to you, friends.