By: Gabriela Yareliz I was reading the piece on Annie Dillard’s life and recent death. It made me think a lot about writing. About life. How many hours does any of us have left? We spend so much time in unconscious living; engaging in habits and actions we do on autopilot. How much conscious lifeContinue reading “Broadax”
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Burns a Hole
“Can you have one without the other? Unpublished work that’s really important to me burns a hole in my chest from the inside and the outside at the same time. I need to speak it and I need it to be heard.” Bertie Brandes
The Pathological Writer
“For us, writing isn’t a career choice or a creative outlet. It’s how we stay alive. The pathological writer isn’t writing for you. They’re writing to prove they’re not dead. And that is why everyone else finds us so terrifying.” Kelly Oxford
None of the Magazines I Loved Still Exist
By: Gabriela Yareliz Us 90s girls— we all wanted to be a rom-com journalist when we were kids. I would be lying if I said otherwise. We lived in the golden era of magazines. Magazines shaped me deeply. I spent hours, HOURS, cutting collages and making wall posters and binder covers. I just thought weContinue reading “None of the Magazines I Loved Still Exist”
Becoming Fascinating
By: Gabriela Yareliz We got an unseasonably warm and sunny day at Fonthill Castle, Henry Mercer’s home and tile empire headquarters. The sun was dancing with the daffodils and revealing to us the clear nature of the stream below the castle terrace. Who is Henry Chapman Mercer? That is a good question (I had noContinue reading “Becoming Fascinating”
A Havisham Summer
By: Gabriela Yareliz I’ll start with this– I’ve missed writing. And I don’t mean my month recaps– though those are fun too (and one is coming). I mean I miss my brain dumps where I bare my heart and wax poetic. Reading Garance Dore archives reminded me of what it felt like to write journal-typeContinue reading “A Havisham Summer”
Dazzled
I was mesmerized by this passage I read by Edie Wadsworth today. I wanted to share it with you. It stirred my heart. “Above all, this is a story of my homecoming; the demons that are always holding me back and the legions of angels that keep me safe along the way; the way everythingContinue reading “Dazzled”
A String of Words
“And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see, at break of day, The solitary child.” Lucy Gray, or Solitude By: Gabriela Yareliz I was reading through my Winter anthology, edited by Melissa Harrison. This morning, my eyes fell on a passage (quoted above). As I was reading, I knew the words felt soContinue reading “A String of Words”
Joan Didion
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want, and what I fear.” Joan Didion By: Gabriela Yareliz Many of us who love reading and writing mourn a legendary writer, Joan Didion. I’ve seen so many people reflecting on: her essaysContinue reading “Joan Didion”
To Be a Writer
By: Gabriela Yareliz What does it mean to be a writer? Does it mean someone has to care about what you write? I am lucky enough to have people who do. Today, I saw someone ask a fairly popular person on social media a question–he/she wanted to do something, but he/she stated he/she didn’t haveContinue reading “To Be a Writer”
