I’ve never felt I’ve fully, accurately transcribed a mental concept through writing, and that’s one of my key motivations for continuing: maybe I’ll get closer next time, or maybe not, but I’ll keep trying.
The Algebra II teacher stood up with his hands full of frozen peas. “I don’t know what to say. But thank you,” he said. A pea dropped from his hand. Tess moaned.
As a writer I think it’s helped me to guess which questions an author might really want to get asked. So many podcasts solely focus on the writing. As a writer, I know that can be exhausting.
She walks with purpose over to a gangly tree and dumps our mother’s ashes at its base, then smears them around with the toe of her purple sneaker. Then she turns to face me as if to see if I’m going to object.
It’s infuriating to watch my peer group become less intelligent and more certain as time winds on. It’s supposed to go the other way. The more reality you experience, the less certain you should be.
The more of Elaine he had had, the less it felt like she belonged to him at all. Besides, he said, I have learned that even possession is a kind of disappointment.