On the writing life & being tailgated

After purchasing tickets to see Ice Cube in Tucson this September, I had an idea for a piece of writing. Something tidy and coherent. Something with stats and figures and facts and screen shots.

Four hours later, I emerged from the twenty pages I’d written. Some of the most beautiful sentences I’ve yet put to page. This is a long read I’ve been trying to write for a few months now, but just this morning decided to find its shape. The piece is about being a girl in America, a woman in America, and worse yet, a chronic patient in America. The writing is very proper…