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Yep, that’s a picture of a quiche

Yep, that’s a picture of a quiche I baked today. What does it have to do with writing? EVERYTHING. 

This blog is about my life. And writing is all about life. 

Stories are how we make sense of the world, even when it feels like the world makes no sense. Baking quiche is another way to make sense of the world, to feel a smidgen of control in an out-of-control time – to create comfort, beauty, and value. 

It is impossible to separate the writerly parts from the rest because life – feeling it, loving it, living it – is what fuels my work. 

But here’s the thing. I SUCK at journaling. Like, hard-core suck at it. 

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Nobody may ever read this, and that’s A-OK.

Here’s a little story about why I am 100% A-OK if no one ever buys one of my books.

Many moons and a lifetime ago, I was on a film set in the middle of the southern Ohio backwoods in August. The humidity was thick enough to cut with a knife, but the recluse spiders, poison ivy, and snakes required heavy boots and long pants. I was further weighed down by a thick script binder, a carpenters apron filled with pens, pencils, bug spray, sunscreen, and bottled water, and a heavy stopwatch around my neck. Continue reading “Nobody may ever read this, and that’s A-OK.”