“We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” ~Toni Morrison
One last From the Archive post of 2023! This one touches on the creative resistance and “not-enoughness” that can haunt our creative lives, which I’ve actually written about plenty, including this pos on The Truest Law of Writing & Thoughts on Who Gets to Claim the Title of Writer. But today’s Lit Salon post is free for all, in deepest gratitude here at solstice time. Because I owe a GIANT thank you to every single one of you who has made Writing in the Dark so amazing this past year.
Our community has grown like a weed—and yes, that’s right, I love the idea of weeds and wildflowers, stubborn and persisting, stretching sunward despite imperfect conditions—in our first year, with an particularly stomach-dropping vault since my recent two-part series on what I’ve learned since starting my Substack, and how it grew to 5000 strong (from no platform) in just 12 months. You ca…



