This has been the year of secure attachment. A year of an attuned nervous system. The year where my lover not texting me back for days does nothing to me other than give me the space to live my life alone.
I have found less ways to know how to weave my personal life into my writing, as it feels more private not only to the internet but also in my real life. Keeping things to myself for longer than normal. Learning about the long lead time. Making mistakes along the way about sharing things too early, before they are fully baked.
In two weeks I am teaching Writing The Personal with and for three Sundays in a row. I am looking forward to grappling with these quandaries with these two brilliant minds, talking about the business of writing, and navigating these big questions with the group. When is something ready for the public? Who is the public? What do we owe our readerships? Who are we writing to? To Substack or not to Substack? How do our values weave into or offerings?