We are seven months away from the most consequential midterm election in the history of the United States. Meanwhile, we are fighting a war. These are the structural conditions for a coup attempt in which a president tries to nullify elections and take permanent power as a dictator. If we see this, we can stop it, overcome the movement that brought us to this point, and make a turn towards something better. Timothy Snyder on Substack
Monday, April 06, 2026
The purpose of being a serious writer is not to express oneself, and it is not to make something beautiful, though one might do those things anyway. Those things are beside the point. The purpose of being a serious writer is to keep people from despair. If you keep that in mind always, the wish to make something beautiful or smart looks slight and vain in comparison. If people read your work and, as a result, choose life, then you are doing your job.
SARAH MANGUSO
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its color, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery.
VIRGINIA WOOLF
If you want to write, you can. Fear stops most people from writing, not lack of talent, whatever that is. Who am I? What right have I to speak? Who will listen to me if I do? You’re a human being, with a unique story to tell, and you have every right. If you speak with passion, many of us will listen. We need stories to live, all of us. We live by story. Yours enlarges the circle.
RICHARD RHODES
Writer’s block is not the same as getting stuck. Everybody gets stuck. The myth of writer’s block may exist partly because not everybody knows how to get unstuck. Allen: I’ve found over the years that any momentary change stimulates a fresh burst of mental energy. So if I’m in this room and then I go into the other room, it helps me. If I go outside to the street, it’s a huge help. If I go up and take a shower it’s a big help. So I sometimes take extra showers. I’ll be in the living room and at an impasse and what will help me is to go upstairs and take a shower. It breaks up everything and relaxes me. I go out on my terrace a lot. One of the best things about my apartment is that it’s got a long terrace and I’ve paced it a million times writing movies. It’s such a help to change the atmosphere.
WOODY ALLEN
Zest. Gusto. How rarely one hears these words used. How rarely do we see people living, or for that matter, creating by them. Yet if I were asked to name the most important items in a writer’s make-up, the things that shape his material and rush him along the road to where he wants to go, I could only warn him to look to his zest, see to his gusto.
RAY BRADBURY
Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it's true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.
JAMES BALDWIN
Over the years, I’ve found one rule. It is the only one I give on those occasions when I talk about writing. A simple rule. If you tell yourself you are going to be at your desk tomorrow, you are by that declaration asking your unconscious to prepare the material. You are, in effect, contracting to pick up such valuables at a given time. Count on me, you are saying to a few forces below: I will be there to write.
NORMAN MAILER
Sunday, April 05, 2026
What have we lost, what have we gained?
On my walk I noticed a battery-operated cradle on the sidewalk, meant for the trash. I've been thinking about it for days. It must have been marketed for busy parents who have other things to do than rock their babies. For some reason this idea of a remote-control cradle has been haunting me. What have we lost, what have we gained? Perhaps kitchen faucets felt like a betrayal to harvesting water from a well, and driving a car left the horse and buggy behind. But I think we lose contact with important human connections by farming out certain tasks, like having someone else raise your child or walk or train your dog. Isn't part of the task of parenting about bonding, building a relationship? Even cell phones are replacing opportunities for discussion or bonding, as when driving together in the car. I often see parents on their cell phones scrolling while their child is right in front of them learning to swim. They are missing out! These moments are lost. Are people so afraid of being bored? Or are they too afraid of actually connecting?
Canned Tunafish with a Twist
Today we made tuna sandwiches. We mixed up two cans of tuna with homemade cilantro dressing (olive oil, cilantro, wine-vinegar, fresh garlic and salt buzzed in blender) in place of mayo. We also added chopped pickles and chopped raw onion (red or white), a splash of red wine vinegar, sweetened dried cranberries and salt. We ate this on homemade sourdough multigrain toast and a few raw carrots on the side for snacking and their beautiful color.
It was delicious!
Saturday, April 04, 2026
“It is therefore of supreme importance that we consent to live not for
ourselves but for others. When we do this we will be able first of all
to face and accept our own limitations. As long as we secretly adore
ourselves, our own deficiencies will remain to torture us with an
apparent defilement. But if we live for others, we will gradually
discover that no one expects us to be 'as gods'. We will see that we are
human, like everyone else, that we all have weaknesses and deficiencies,
and that these limitations of ours play a most important part in all
our lives. It is because of them that we need others and others need us.
We are not all weak in the same spots, and so we supplement and
complete one another, each one making up in himself for the lack in
another.”
―
Thomas Merton,
No Man Is an Island
