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  • Thoughts From an Indulgently Uneventful Saturday Night at Home

    Has it ever felt like writing was its own type of performance piece? It's an exercise in cadence and the exact placement of dramatic pauses. The projection of oneself as a character, eliciting empathy, and silently establishing tone. It's a footwork. It's a muscle. It requires practice and mentorship. It can be evaluated as well or poorly executed. Sadly it doesn't burn any calories. 

    Currently working on an essay on The Joy of Missing Out.