Day 21

grab your blanket, grab your drink, grab your book. Set your timer for 20 minutes. Thank yourself for being a glorious writing beast, an art monster, and an all round excellent human, and read the shit out of your book. 

Read dribs and drabs of stuff lying about the house having left my book at a friend’s house who then got her bag & keys stolen so I couldn’t get it back. I think I am becoming a writer because I really want to describe just how horrible it was to see a friend go through that and how she handled it like a motherfucking star. I want to write what she showed me of how to handle something like this.