I remembered how good it felt, thinking that life was a game we could play, and somehow win. It scared me. It still does.

Sharing writing is scary! Nothing helps.

Now I have that photo. I can see myself, smiling like that, waking up the next day, and doing it again.

I’m actually looking forward to something outside of the regular day to day: Trips, and friends, and watching the world speed by from the windows of a train.

We’re still trying for this, right?

Arkady Martine’s A Memory Called Empire teaches us that here is no safe world behind the flowers, no protection from the light of the sun, and only rarely beauty behind the flowing lines of poetry.

In which Justin X. M. Corriss reflects on that other great reason to write. Because it’s fun, right?

Number fourteen will shock you!

Sometimes growth is tearing something down, moving it around, finding a new path… Life’s your story. Write it however you wish.

Whatever she feels that makes her play the trumpet at night, I know I’ve felt it too.