This is beautiful. Thank you. I draft poems in Google docs while waiting for school pick up or before cooking dinner and it is the most productive I have been. Love the encouragement to love and participate in the world and the words will be better for it 👏👏
Awesome article, Katy! I like how the desk image, symbolizing how other people think writing should be done, turns into a poison ivy analogy. It's encouraging that you were able to free yourself to write wherever and whenever.
Thank you for this. It is so easy to get caught up in the idea that the process needs to look or feel a certain way, and then fail to commit to the process at all. May we all slay the art monster and just get to work on making
Woof—needed to hear this as a mom of toddlers who can only write when kids are asleep and dishes are still piled high. Thanks for helping grant that dignity, from one Catholic mom to another!
Very much edified by this read. I write my best poetry on the notes app on my phone when I am supposed to be paying worshipful attention in Church.
This is beautiful. Thank you. I draft poems in Google docs while waiting for school pick up or before cooking dinner and it is the most productive I have been. Love the encouragement to love and participate in the world and the words will be better for it 👏👏
Awesome article, Katy! I like how the desk image, symbolizing how other people think writing should be done, turns into a poison ivy analogy. It's encouraging that you were able to free yourself to write wherever and whenever.
Thank you for this. It is so easy to get caught up in the idea that the process needs to look or feel a certain way, and then fail to commit to the process at all. May we all slay the art monster and just get to work on making
Wonderful insights here. I’m intrigued by the ideal of a cultural estuary, and so would love more detail as to how concretely to live it out.
absolutely loved this as an aspiring novelist. so much richness in here - i'm gonna have to come back to read this again for sure.
Woof—needed to hear this as a mom of toddlers who can only write when kids are asleep and dishes are still piled high. Thanks for helping grant that dignity, from one Catholic mom to another!
“My problem was not art itself, but my misconception of how its practice had to look to others so as to be considered valid.”
Amen sister. This encapsulates a recent freedom I’ve been granted and long to explore more fully.