|incognito: as hazel woods|
there's too much catching up to do here, my strange friends.
what has happened to our world? what has happened to us?
in addition to resisting and protesting, my advice is to go deep.
radical transparence is not just something we should want
from our government.
ask it of yourself.
i will go first: i sold out. i published a book i was proud of
under a pseudonym. why? long answer forthcoming.
short answer: fear. money. inertia.
no surprise: it didn't go so well. poor hazel woods' p&l
numbers are as disappointing as as meg mullins'.
guess what? i finally don't give a fuck.
but, i did take an entire year off from writing.
and i did something on my bucket list.
i started a handmade napkin biz.
i loved it. the napkins are dreamy. (please, don't order any)
turns out, i'm almost as terrible selling napkins
as i am selling books.
so, now what?
i've circled the wagons around
the boring, predictable, sensitive part
of myself who thinks about success
as some kind of balmy, palm-treed place one reaches
instead of a daily pursuit of kindness and creativity and utility
and i'm writing.
and i'm trying to laugh at djt. because i'm guessing
that's what he hates the most. being taken seriously
is part of the con. his policies and atrocities are serious and
must be opposed. but the man? what a joke.