Hi friends. I finished the edits on the first typeset draft of my memoir the other day. This was my last chance to make significant changes to the book. The last time I would print out a copy and take a red pen to it. Every draft is tricky, but this is the one where the book is so tightly written, I fear I might be fucking things up by moving a comma in the wrong direction. I always end up texting sentences to friends and asking them if they make sense, because I can’t be sure anymore, I’ve looked at them so many times.
This was important for me to read, even though I only just did so now, a week late. Not so much the keeping things (which I'm endeavouring not to) as proof, although that plucks a chord in me, but this: "The world will have its way with me no matter what I do so I have to choose what counts just for me." Thanks, Jami, as always, for sharing things that feel so true.
This was important for me to read, even though I only just did so now, a week late. Not so much the keeping things (which I'm endeavouring not to) as proof, although that plucks a chord in me, but this: "The world will have its way with me no matter what I do so I have to choose what counts just for me." Thanks, Jami, as always, for sharing things that feel so true.
sorry I put the wrong link for Emma in there! Here it is! https://twitter.com/frumpenberg/status/1409873344996982797