Trust the Process

I offended my husband again today when he came to rest by my side on the bed while I was working on this blog post. After trying for a moment to write with him by my side, I accepted the truth I already knew, which is that I simply cannot compose anything good with anyone by my side; not even the person to whom I have vowed to share a number of important emotional and financial aspects of my life -- till death, no less.


My favorite book is every book, especially biographies about pirates and anything by Annie Lamott or Jhumpa Lahiri. But truly, my favorite book is the Elements of Style, and my favorite copy is the one my grandfather bought when he was teaching high school in the 1950s and gifted to me when I was in college.  


The last chapter of the book is, like all standard reads, the most fulfilling one.  Strunk and White finally get at the essence of what style means, as they see it:

"Style is an increment in writing. When we speak of Fitzgerald's style, we don't mean his command of the relative pronoun, we mean the sound his words make on paper. All writers, by the way they use the language, reveal something of their spirits, their habits, their capacities, and their biases. This is inevitable as well as enjoyable. All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation — it is the Self escaping into the open. No writer long remains incognito."

It is, to be sure, an exercise in trust -- trust in the audience, trust in oneself -- to allow this Self to escape.  Letting it out is hard enough work; but to have one alongside, especially one whose opinion is of value, is really too much entirely.  There is modesty in the process, just trust it.


While I don't know if every writer is keen for privacy when composing, my guess is that a fair number of them are.  We are, collectively, quite an introverted bunch, and as such, really enjoy solitude in healthy doses.

I'll leave it here; when I was a teacher, I often encouraged my students to err on the side of brevity.  Don't write more just for the sake of writing. Say it right, and you won't have to say anything more.


Thanks for reading!

Nordstrom Rack jacket (old) // Levis shirt // Madewell jeans (old) Danko shoes 

Ship Comes In

Do you ever feel like William Shakespeare and Bob Dylan already wrote all the best sentences in English? I could just cut and paste and number of songs or sonnets right here and have a really solid blog post. And while we’re at it, this outfit would probably look better on Bob Dylan than William Shakespeare, for what it’s worth. 


I love this time of year. Spring keeps teasing, and I’m going to tease right on back. Bare arms at the beach before the first official day of spring? That’s right. Freezing; who, me? Right again.


I decided not to buy anything to wear this month. I really mean it. I have plenty of clothes. I also have really killer willpower. The main problem is that I’m totally and completely non-competitive. I just can’t be bothered. This might be why I basically find zero team sports interesting. You scored the most points? Meh. But give me a sport where I can be an individual and I’ll beat my own personal best over and over. Might be related to the willpower. 


I roamed and rambled all over this one for sure.  Happy midweek, folks. 

Wouldn't It Be Nice?

Hello, sweet readers! I promise that I won't wax dramatic and blah blah blah about the cold weather today.  Even I'm getting sick of how much I've been obsessing about that.  Sheesh! Drop a girl a line (it's on the "contact me" tab) and let me know when I'm getting too ridiculous.


How fun is this house? Let's pretend we live here. My closet is full of carefully curated (ew! I said one of my least favorite blogger words there!) vintage finds and small, emerging eco-friendly labels, and I eat a brunch of tropical fruits on this breakfast bar swing every morning after I do a yoga session on my back deck overlooking a beautiful San Francisco cityscape.


You can be my husband (or my best friend, in which case, go up to the previous section, like your favorite choose-your-own-adventure book from second grade, and repeat my fantasy, except fill in your own name this time) and you just struck it rich with a cool app that washes your clothes for you and then donates fresh drinking water to people without access to it so you spend all of your time fixing up old Land Rovers and yes, you can do yoga with me because flexibility is good for your constitution.


Ok, so for dinner do you want to head over to that new sushi place or stop by Rainbow Grocery and pick up a few things to make a veggie lasagna? As you know, I really dislike surround sounds, but we can put the new Valerie June album on a single speaker and watch the sun set together.

I had the best virtual day with you.

Photos by Julia O. Test // Location by Peerspace // Free People dress