MY MENTAL MOOD RING IS AMBER
If I stopped writing here, in this space that used to feel so comfortable, what would I do with the time it freed up? Would I write elsewhere? A book of short stories and poetry and meanderng essays? A plotless novel, full of characters and quirky writing? A silly correspondence between myself and me? A paper diary? Doubtful. I never kept any kind of consistent diary until I started this journal, and it often appears the only thing that has really kept me writing has been the audience participation. Would I have a cleaner house? Doubtful. I’ve always been of...