It’s so much fun to see the colors of the yarn play out. And the things that don’t have a lot of color changes have fun textures.
I don’t think I’m a writer anymore. I said that to some friends this weekend and it was such a relief to just say it outloud.
I mean, I don’t know for how long that will remain true, but it’s true for now.
I am slightly concerned that I fucked up my writing mojo with this antidepressant, but I feel so much better on it that I kind of don’t care.
I more feel like the grief just isn’t worth it.