A summer hiatus
Back after Labor Day!
I intended to publish last week, but the world has a way of closing in on me when there is Too Much Going On, and there is officially Very That.
The short version is this: my partner and I are taking an extended trip to Canada soon, mainly in order to see whether we might want to live there. This is, of course, huge, somewhat scary, very exciting, and incredibly diverting, which is to say it is diverting my energy and time from most other things at the moment, including spending a lot of quality time with said partner, which is exactly the other thing I am going with him to Canada to do.
I’m currently not frantic, which is a nice feeling. Instead I’m giving myself time and permission to do all the things that need doing. As such, I’ll dispense with apologies for missing a few weeks of posts. But I will link you to this post I did a couple weeks ago about apologies.
Also, here are a few more old posts you might want to check out if you’re new around here.
One of my more popular posts is this one, about how people tend to believe that suffering is a prerequisite for art, in which I call bullshit on that whole nonsense.
Folks also seem to have enjoyed my take on Pride as a Gen-Xer who had the classic experience in high school and beyond of being a, well we used to call it a thing that rhymes with “nag rag.”
You’ve probably heard the writing advice “show, don’t tell,” but what if doing that in times of stress means inadvertently harming people you love the same way you were harmed? A long essay on telling, not showing.
And here’s my most recent post, in which I discuss confidentiality, confessional writing, and the future of this newsletter. Please check it out and comment if you have things you’d like to read from me!
Finally, you may notice that Write It Out has a new look; I’ve adopted Substack’s new theme options, so the whole thing looks a bit more like a magazine, now. Which is neat.
Until September, then, friends and readers.