Accidentally read an essay about the essayist's mother dying, and it reminded me too much of the essay I'm writing about my dad's death. So, I'm done for the day.

Well, I made myself cry while writing this essay about my dad's death this morning. Good luck to my poor mentor who has to read it in a couple of weeks.

Also, learned some fun* truths about myself that I'm gonna need to talk to my therapist about. *not fun

Me: I should write. My brain: Or hear me out, organize a closet. Me: Probably should be writing. My brain: ORGANIZE THE CLOSET. Me: Okay, okay, okay.

It's like three weeks until my 44th birthday. And my 10-year-old thinks I need a petting zoo.

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My mentor walked me through some exercises to help me with scene-building in my creative nonfiction. I love this MFA program.

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Some of the members of my MFA cohort told me I should write about my giant skeletons in my yard, and I'm thinking about it.

Not So Sorry officially arrived today. Get it wherever books are sold!

I'm taking a course on hybrid forms and auto theory this fall, and I am hyped. It's super cool that the low residency MFA I'm in offers additional courses each project period (semester).

Two weeks until my birthday. Yes, I do a countdown. What do you really expect from a Leo?

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Damn, I joined Twitter 13 years ago.

I gotta stop scrolling and get to work. Sigh.

I stopped scrolling and called my sister. 🤦🏼‍♀️