Remember when I said I couldn’t write in clutter? Well, I’ll add to it. I now believe the people who tell you not to write on a computer connected to the Internet. Because writing doesn’t happen. Facebook happens. I used to say I couldn’t write without music on, either. Now when music is on, I can’t hear myself. I get so caught up in the next song, and then the next one, I forget the next word and then they…
I spent all day Saturday looking for a particular piece I wrote on September 11th, 2001. I couldn’t find it, but in the search I found all my old journals and other writing that goes back pretty far. Some things are the same. A lot is different. I want to give that kid/younger twenty-something a hug, and tell her to stop worrying. We’re not in Back to the Future, so I can’t. But I can do this: Dear you, Relax. …
