The Sentences I Tidy
I don't write much here about the work. I copyedit from home, which means I spend my days inside the way other people think, one clause at a time, closer to their writing than they are.
Writing
Notes on reading, living slowly, and paying attention.
Back to School, for No One
Every September I want to buy a notebook and become a different person. The urge is twenty years out of school and going strong, and it always takes the form of wanting to buy the organisation rather than do it.
A Fallow Stretch
Nothing has happened for about three weeks and I've decided to leave it that way. A fallow field isn't a failed one, and I'm trying to believe the same about a flat patch of a life.
Other People's Fireworks
The Fourth was loud the way it's loud every year, and I spent it indoors with a cat convinced the world was ending. I stayed home on purpose, and I'm trying to be honest about the smugness in that.
More Light Than I Asked For
I'm built for the dark and the lamp, and June hands me fourteen hours of daylight I don't know what to do with. Too much light makes me anxious, and I've never seen anyone else admit it.