Thoughts I've had while on book leave

In no particular order

Hello from the DIY residency I’ve set up for myself in Athens. I’m rounding out my first week and just wanted to share a collection of thoughts I’ve had since being here.

You can only write this book like you.

Oh my god, they demolished The Varsity.

It took 24 hours to drop back into myself.

Is this house haunted?

I am not built to sit and type for hours on end. The majority of this book was written in hourlong chunks over several months.

I need to make sure to hide my starting point on Strava.

“Georgia pride” reads way different when you’re actually in Georgia,

What do I get today from pressing the bruises of my past loneliness?

It’s ok to leave the light on if you’re a little scared.

I wish I had trusted myself more when I was younger.

What am I afraid of now?

When did 65,000 words feel so manageable?

The right people who see you will see you no matter what the light looks like.

Watch the bees.

Eat a movie for dinner every night.

Who am I when stripped of my daily responsibilities? Not much of anything.

Nothing stays the same.

Follow your impulses: to the museum gift shop, to dinner, to bed.

Alcohol makes it harder to sleep, despite what you think.