Ask Roxane: Is It Too Late to Follow My Dreams?
What I wish I could have told myself when I was hopeless about my writing prospects is that I should have defined artistic success in ways that weren’t shaped by forces beyond my control.
What I wish I could have told myself when I was hopeless about my writing prospects is that I should have defined artistic success in ways that weren’t shaped by forces beyond my control.
I seem to have one of those faces that invites all manner of advice from strangers. Some of it is well meaning. But most of it feels like an aggressive judgment of my entire being, a kind of property assessment.
I’ve watched enough Grey’s Anatomy to know that even though an appendectomy is a routine surgical procedure, you never know what resident dealing with some ridiculous melodrama might be cutting you open.