Hi friends. Yesterday I was texting with a writer friend about the struggle to fill the creative well. I said, “I feel like I’m at the bottom and now I’m just digging in the dirt with both hands.” I don’t know why I can’t stop digging. It doesn’t feel frantic, necessarily, this action, but it’s all I know how to do. If you’re like me — and I suspect this newsletter is for the diggers — you don’t always know how to just stop, dust yourself off, and take a break from it. Even though you absolutely have to stop at some point if you ever want to refill that goddamn well.
I have so many things I’d like to tell you about this newsletter. I’ll keep it to just two. First, thank you for the inspiration on inspiration and the resources from Rob. I can’t wait to read him. Second, I’d like you to know that I found you on a stoop in Brooklyn (I live in Carroll Gardens) on one of my late spring meanderings with dog. I picked up The Middlesteins, a beautiful hardcover, and brought it home, and loved it. It has given me so much more than enjoyment. I have since found 1000 Words of Summer, this newsletter, and soon, Rob’s thoughts. It’s a good day.
I have so many things I’d like to tell you about this newsletter. I’ll keep it to just two. First, thank you for the inspiration on inspiration and the resources from Rob. I can’t wait to read him. Second, I’d like you to know that I found you on a stoop in Brooklyn (I live in Carroll Gardens) on one of my late spring meanderings with dog. I picked up The Middlesteins, a beautiful hardcover, and brought it home, and loved it. It has given me so much more than enjoyment. I have since found 1000 Words of Summer, this newsletter, and soon, Rob’s thoughts. It’s a good day.