Beginner's mind - by Evana - arbiter of distaste

Hi, another essay on writing. If you’ve made it here without subscribing or want to support this project with a paid subscription, you can do that below. subscribe / upgrade + How many hours have I hunched over my keyboard spinning webs at the expense of my posture, my tired eyes, my relationships that wish to remain private, my status as a sane person in the eyes of those I’m closest with. I look up. No outline of my own face, just the blue glow of a machine. A few rereads, then press send and off I go, pouring acid over everything. But it doesn’t feel destructive. When there’s nothing to burn, you have a clean slate. Writing is an act of starting over again and again. + When I was twenty-four, I think I had my shit way more together than I do now. I was in grad school. I was very regimented. I wanted to be a professor. Every day I woke up alone, exercised, made dinner, graded or lesson planned, and wrote. From the outside, I was moving along an arc of progress towards a satisfying co

Hi, another essay on writing. If you’ve made it here without subscribing or want to support this project with a paid subscription, you can do that below. subscribe / upgrade + How many hours have I hunched over my keyboard spinning webs at the expense of my posture, my tired eyes, my relationships that wish to remain private, my status as a sane person in the eyes of those I’m closest with. I look up. No outline of my own face, just the blue glow of a machine. A few rereads, then press send and off I go, pouring acid over everything. But it doesn’t feel destructive. When there’s nothing to bur