I am happy to announce that I still managed to write 14 solid drafts, 1 silly couplet, and 2 very messy prose-adjacent … things… which is really not bad, all things considered!
Writing about my every day life.
No one explained to me how endometriosis works, its possible causes, its challenges, the treatment options (not in detail, anyway!), nor how the condition evolves over the long term. And reparations? HA!
My reading this winter, especially on politics and history, has been oddly prophetic in the worst way.
I'm writing about chronic pain today, because the last six months have brought about some big, big changes, and it's been a lot to take in.
I’ve been uncommonly busy. I look back through my journal and am just amazed by the pace at which certain projects moved and how many to-do lists went barely half-finished.