My writing group friend Eden is so thoughtful. When she speaks, you lean in. Tonight, she mused over the different kinds of time and how writing time occurs in a timeless place that one must make. I really value her feedback about the script. She gets where I’m trying to go.
And now that I’m pregnant, I have new anxieties about the unknown. Everything is unknown, though. It was unknown before. It is unknown now. And that’s where the marvel of it can be found. I’m exploring this same fear of the uncertain in Courcelle’s character. Maybe I should watch how she handles it all for guidance.