writer Neil Gaiman’s advice: “Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art.” The breakup, the breakdown, the lousy boss, the crummy landlord, the diagnosis. They’re all experiences that I can one day turn into writing. That desire to produce something, anything, that feels meaningful becomes more urgent as the setbacks increase.
