Writing The Unwritable

What I write is all mine, it’s a living thing, it’s an extension of me that wanders out into the world. It is desire turned inwards instead of outwards, focused instead of displaced. It’s a way to access self-knowledge and self-respect.

This is what I was missing so far about writing in its most personal and unstructured form: that it is a conduit for the self that exists beyond the fold, where identity is more nebulous. It is the act of externalising thoughts and feelings that might otherwise remain tangled and hidden within the depths of my psyche. It is, to quote Ralph Waldo Em... See more

I know now I was grieving something , the death of an ambition. I started attending reading events at Green Apple Books, my local bookstore, because it was something I liked in grad school, and I had to get myself out of the house. Going to those events was (is) a way of traveling without moving; they have afforded me an incredibly valuable educati... See more