I’ve found reading while stuck at home amidst a global health crisis to be very difficult. For weeks now I could barely focus on a book for more than a few minutes (which is why I skipped a Reading List for March). But I was finally able to flip through two titles…
My partner gave me a compliment a few weeks ago that got me thinking about style. . .
“You look just like Mo!” she praised, assessing my striped sweater and pinstripe pants.
I think there’s romance in many small, simple pleasures in life. Like warm towels right out of the dryer, fresh notebooks, the sun shining on a potted plant, and fresh cups of coffee.
Coffee is the one I’m focusing on today, because I have an embarrassing habit… I keep the paper cups I collect from coffee shop visits, bring them home, rinse and reuse them.
I have been listening to the You’re Wrong About… podcast incessantly for weeks. I gave it a chance after learning about it from Leslie Stephens (a writer for the Cupcakes & Cashmere blog) earlier this summer, and have since downloaded almost every episode.
Co-hosts Michael Hobbes and Sarah Marshall dropped their first episodes in May 2018. They are incredibly smart and engaging hosts who guide listeners through a reinvestigation of people or social events from the past with a current perspective. Ultimately, they aim to uncover what media got “wrong.” Topics have included the obesity epidemic, Roe v. Wade, shaken baby syndrome, Anna Nicole Smith, and sexting.
Earlier this morning I paused reading the newspaper to take a few sips of coffee and do something I often do. . . I started to interview myself.
“What do you think about Amazon’s expansion in your backyard?” my imaginary interviewer asks me, prompted by the Seattle Times article I was reading.
I started a young adult fiction book, Pride by Ibi Zoboi, recently and am having a hard time seeing past its bad qualities. I’m very interested in the story, and am invested in seeing it through to the end, but there are some technical writing mistakes that I find exceedingly distracting.
My writing comes from Breathe
My writing comes from Long walks
My writing comes from Crumpled up paper
My writing comes from Consternation
My writing comes from Boiled up thoughts that turn into vapor
My writing comes from Notebooks
My writing comes from Deep back in my past
My writing comes from Diving into pain
My writing comes from Meditation
My writing comes from Shower thoughts
My writing comes from Nowhere
My writing comes from Life
My writing comes from Anger at the news
My writing comes from Joyful moments with a cup of hot coffee
My writing comes from The blood in my veins
My writing comes from Dreams
My writing comes from Out of my pores
My writing comes from Therapy
My writing comes from Mom and Dad
My writing comes from Change
My writing comes from Gmail
My writing comes from Observing great authors
[Adapted from a piece I created in a writing class in response to the prompt, “where does your writing come from?”]