1.25.23

During the New Moon Zoom meeting with Mom and Ama, I drew a heart with eyes that were crying and big arms and legs coming out of the heart. The image loosely came from this fridge magnet I remember from my childhood. The heart was catching its own tears in its big hands. I think the book that I write is going to be funny. I think a central part of my capacity to change the world for good is that I’m funny. It’s so hard to translate humor into writing, especially because a lot of what makes me funny comes from the tone of my voice and weird body slapstick jokes. It’s not funny reading that someone said something in a raspy baby voice but hearing a raspy baby voice could make you giggle. I think I really do just need to try to write a short story. Maybe this week or next week. Maybe the story can be related to the novel, like the narrator is a babysitter and she is trying to write this screenplay. I feel like I can do this, I just need to spend like 2 hours getting something down. Structure is maybe the hardest part.