Oh! Hi! SWEET BIRTHDAY BABYYYYYY (I know it’s not your birthday but am I the only one who can’t get that god damned line out of my head?) It’s been too long, Hart Beat.
Why am I here again, popping up into your life again, you might be asking yourself. Valid. And it’s okay, I can take the judgment (most days). Well, to be honest, I’m banking on not many people still being here. Long story short is I spend the month of March up in Johnson, VT at the Vermont Studio Center for a writing residency. It was wonderful and scary and horrible and amazing and inspiring and I hated it the first week and loved it the last. Typical. Sounds just like me actually. (#hateschangeloveseverythingelse)
One of the best things to come out of my month-long residency was the realization that as much as I love the GD book, it has lost something in all the edits over the past year. What it lost though thankfully, is not very far. It’s here actually, in the thousands of sentences I’ve written for the past eight years on Hart Beat. I lost my voice. Yea, that’s right, this voice. The one that makes you cringe sometimes but also inspires fan emails (humble brag) pretty regularly. So in an attempt to connect back to what I love about writing, and what you apparently love to, is to start free writing here every morning before I jump into my manuscript.
I’ll try at least. The best made plans you know? So many things have changed since I started writing here in 2011. I’ve been through two major relationships, I’ve graduated college, moved to New York and from New York, become a dog mom, Snapchat came and was instantly taken over by Instagram Stories, fell in love with the one, and decided on a million more little (damn bangs) and big (I’m a writer?) decisions.
I’ll try not to rip content off of my Instagram or the personal essays I’ve been writing. There will be poetry, new music, movie reviews, favorite things, ramblings, and love notes. I can’t wait, Hart Beat. Hasta maรฑana.
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