Usually I pride myself on being a reasonable person. Sure, I kind of try to do it all–I aim for Superwoman. Still, yesterday I was very depressed about my project and trying to be a writer in general. My kind, calming husband pointed out that Luther’d have trouble, too, these days.
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I have always wanted to be prolific. Seriously, I was a weird little girl who was always starting something new: something new to read, something new to think about, or something new to write. Some people aren’t so captivated by . . . I don’t even know what it is . . . productivity? Ambition? A wandering nature? A love of novelty? Some sort of random flow chart? Maybe you haven’t thought about it much, but I happened to come an article that made me think about it. Continue reading