I love Anne Lamott's writing book BIRD BY BIRD, and everything else she writes sends me up the damn wall. I just read an article by her for a big glossy magazine about finding time to write, and between the fable about the wise man and the gold coins, and the straw men, and the oh how lovely to be sitting out in the garden... I just can't take it. My Hippie Blinders will not permit me to go on. I am sorry about this, because I feel like it is I who have a deficit, not her.
4 days ago
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