How was your August? The butt end of summer slows time, but this year’s was, for me, exceptionally honeyed. My wonderful publisher sent me a copy of BLISSFUL THINKING: A Memoir of Surviving the Wellness Revolution to edit, and I went at it. Hard. To be clear, the picture above shows me at sunset. I start writing first thing in the morning. It was like this every day for the better part of the month. If you’d like to read an excerpt, here’s one I adapted for Medium:
Goa is overrun with heart-stoppingly odd scenery. Between cows on the beach, intricate marigold malas outside people’s homes, and the mix of Dravidian, Islamic, and Portuguese architecture (and not just one building to the next, but often in combination), you never know what to expect. Year after year I returned, desperate…
This is great advice for all writers, though to be fair, I do think my mom had a great figure for most of her life, but have only ever described it in ways that were authentic to the moment, including the fact that I never questioned the attraction between her and my dad.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve had the same words rejected and celebrate. And I’ll leave this here for anyone who needs it. Aaaannnnnd, check out the video below.
Do you think you could get Mare of Easttown made?
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And, for your viewing pleasure, this brilliant sendup of the nonapology moment: