Why did I leave Portland? Someone remind me…
He keeps it up. Keeps calling me sweetie. Keeps tugging on my heart strings.
I keep letting him. It feels good.
I’m not going home when I leave Vermont. I’m only going back to Denver for a little while longer.
“write like you’re a rock star”
I have been a bit taken aback this afternoon with real life in the world outside of this magical place called Goddard. I have things spinning in the world of the normal that are needing my attention, but I’m here, trying to focus on my work, on my words, and how to move forward. This is a huge struggle for me as a writer.
It will all be okay. It will all be okay. It will all be okay.