Oh, WOW. Summer, this is a fucking TREASURE TROVE of prose. Your writing is spot-on (which is intended to mean special, distinct, and authentic to YOU). And your memories and doubts and bits of self-deprecation resonate deeply with me—and probably also with a bajillion other writers on Substack. So please keep going. Write whatever comes out. There is beauty in the mud puddles.
Lovely meanderings. Especially love #4, the twilight sifting through. I always think of Paynes Grey, that in between color. Here in Vermont I walk the dirt roads then until all is black, no lights anywhere. Sodium streetlights! Is this special to Paris?
Your #5 and le petite prince metaphors are delightful.
You're lucky. I would pay good money to be able to listen to music when I write. I find it absolutely impossible. Not even when I write an email. I simply cannot concentrate. Sensory overload.
I find great difficulty in watching tv at the moment (unless I put an opera on to hear the music). Reality is too well reflected in it. There's a common saying in the states at the moment that people are reading more as a distraction away from federal cuts and our slide into authoritarianism . Which might explain how I'm reading so much this year (and yes I will be out protesting No Kings tomorrow too).
Oh, WOW. Summer, this is a fucking TREASURE TROVE of prose. Your writing is spot-on (which is intended to mean special, distinct, and authentic to YOU). And your memories and doubts and bits of self-deprecation resonate deeply with me—and probably also with a bajillion other writers on Substack. So please keep going. Write whatever comes out. There is beauty in the mud puddles.
Oh wow, thank you so much!
Lovely meanderings. Especially love #4, the twilight sifting through. I always think of Paynes Grey, that in between color. Here in Vermont I walk the dirt roads then until all is black, no lights anywhere. Sodium streetlights! Is this special to Paris?
Your #5 and le petite prince metaphors are delightful.
Thank you for doing this. xxxxxxxxxx
You're lucky. I would pay good money to be able to listen to music when I write. I find it absolutely impossible. Not even when I write an email. I simply cannot concentrate. Sensory overload.
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I find great difficulty in watching tv at the moment (unless I put an opera on to hear the music). Reality is too well reflected in it. There's a common saying in the states at the moment that people are reading more as a distraction away from federal cuts and our slide into authoritarianism . Which might explain how I'm reading so much this year (and yes I will be out protesting No Kings tomorrow too).