girls that never diary: week 11

book festivals, book club, transporting leftovers across state lines

GIRLS THAT NEVER DIARY is a (temporary) series where I try, once again, to create a daily writing practice. This time I’m also trying to reset some of my associations around writing, because my brain is tired of only wrestling with things that hurt me whenever I sit down to write. I’ve started writing these little diaries in my notes app, and they have mostly been helpful in that they get me to write something, and also in that they help me, when I reread them, answer the question for myself about what it is that I actually do all day, as a freelancer with barely any relationship to routine, as a writer who isn’t writing very much these days. I’ll send these out once a week until my brain is fixed.

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FRIDAY

7:50am - Two of my three alarms have gone off. I’ve been awake for like an hour—the air is much dryer here than in LA and I woke up to the feeling of my nostrils burning. Some Aquaphor immediately helps but by now I am fully awake. I stay in bed and answer some emails and drink coffee until my third alarm

8:15am - I get up and get dressed for the day and keep getting eyeliner smudges on everything

8:35am - I go downstairs for hotel breakfast. People are super chatty today—I learn that one person is here to surprise their mom for her birthday today and only got three hours of sleep last night, and that another person has a dog named Bunny which is a reference from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I have some eggs and yogurt and granola, then make myself two little sandwiches for later with biscuits and turkey sausage and hot sauce and ketchup. I take everything back up to my room and realize in the mirror I’ve had a black eyeliner smudge across my nose this whole time