It’s too self indulgent to call writing a lonely experience because it’s totally self inflicted, plus, if someone came up to me during a BANGING paragraph and asked me what my book was about I’d trap their little fingers in my MacBook.

My vision for the second half of my book is for it to feel like an old fashioned encyclopedia. Pencil illustrations, and some moments of intricate detail.

I feel like I’ve got a long way to go but I’m enjoying trying to get better!

Getting that letter was a moment that made exactly no impact on the universe but felt like it changed my world entirely.

HEY, ROBOT, I’m the beautiful tortured soul, not you.

I still tracked every week, even the week where I wrote MINUS TWELVE WORDS.

Maybe some of those things helped one person feel less alone. Maybe someone somewhere felt that the world became a little less scary. I don’t know but I know in my bones that I’m not done trying.