I felt terrible during the day, but I could come home and collect my thoughts. Writing is what saved me.
"And now?" she asked.
If your day is so terrible that it bleeds into every other moment, you must eradicate that plague. Sometimes it is complete. Sometimes you have to put it away in a thick box. When you finally let go, the throwing away will be more like a sledgehammer to the past.
It’s a mix of a couple of things, but usually: what am I most obsessed about right this very second? A lot of my essays are born out of ideas and concepts and people and music and moments that I can’t get out of my head. I’m an obsessive person by nature and I think writing is a way of releasing some of those obsessions. Why did she do that thing in that one scene? What does this album mean as a whole? Why am I so frustrated by her character? But also, most things I choose for essays are things that I can relate to or am directly affected by, even in the most minuscule of ways.