Better Publish Before AI is Writing All the Books
Happy belated New Year, or early Chinese New Year! It's February 7th, and I feel like a slug. Words come slowly. "Fuckits " creep in. Motivation seems like a foreign concept. Trying to keep up with all the things has me wanting to do nothing. Nothing except maybe Winter . Books and a fireplace and slow hikes in the snow would do my soul good. A small cabin with cozy blankets spilling out of baskets, and a cup of tea on the table. Of course, peace on earth would be better. But in my little corner and locus of control, I'm rooted in the belief that action precedes motivation most of the time, so I'm going to try to write myself out of my slugdom, so to speak. Ollie is learning about emotions at school, and multiple times a week, he looks at me and says, "Mama, I'm happy." It is one of the most beautiful sentences anyone has ever said to me, and a good reminder to take the time to tell people the things that matter, and to be awake to the moment at h...
