This whole month, I’ve been trying to improve or at least try to get better. And in the shower, in the quiet dark meditation of running water, I picked apart everything I have written so far in this substack. It’s just not good enough. Some of it’s trapped in narrative. I don’t like it. So I’m going to think about how to handle this. And I don’t know if I should rewrite some of them, or just pivot and try harder. I don’t know.
Now don’t think this is a grab for sympathy. Because after rereading those stories I cannot help but wonder if the first thing that came to mind for my readers and friends wasn’t sympathetic but more of a “she finally sees the light” when they read this,
Yeah, I’ve been blind all month. I need to dig deeper.