What happens when the well of your personal life runs dry, you resort to pressing publish on things written for your eyes only, and your writing starts having real-life consequences
So happy it resonated!! This whole Substack very much carries the energy of rambling for five minutes and ending it with "did I make sense?" so I can appreciate the validation
But yes!!!! Nora is dead fucking on - as are you: everything is copy. Life is amazing!! It doesn’t have to be all doom and gloom, cause it’s your life! And it’d be pretty depressing if all the diaristic substack were actual reflections of the authors’ actual lives … but I’m kind of glad that some things can be kept private for us and don’t have to be used for fodder, always. Sometimes they can just be an experience
Every time I forget how good of a writer you are. CRAZY!!!
Omg Ju you are too kind!!!
This was sooo good and refreshing to read
So happy it resonated!! This whole Substack very much carries the energy of rambling for five minutes and ending it with "did I make sense?" so I can appreciate the validation
But yes!!!! Nora is dead fucking on - as are you: everything is copy. Life is amazing!! It doesn’t have to be all doom and gloom, cause it’s your life! And it’d be pretty depressing if all the diaristic substack were actual reflections of the authors’ actual lives … but I’m kind of glad that some things can be kept private for us and don’t have to be used for fodder, always. Sometimes they can just be an experience
Me just having written an essay milking my personal life: 😮
And I'll eat it up every time (unapologetic fangirl lol) — mentally yelling "ACTORS ARE PROFESSIONAL LIARS!!!"