I’m not gonna lie, this was meant to be something else. It was meant to be a structured and properly edited review/personal essay - I got it into my head that I could start writing the kinds of things published in the New Yorker, and then get paid to write for somewhere like the New Yorker. Which was really delusional and frankly stupid of me, because I just can’t write like that. I go insane thinking of every single thread of thought or idea that could be expanded upon and I end up with a dissertation-level concept and no patience to execute it. Also, if I leave something unfinished and come back to it the next day to keep working on it, it’s absolutely guaranteed that I’ll read through what I’ve already written and decide it’s shit and then spiral into the kind of self-doubt that has me convinced I should delete all traces of myself from the internet and go work at Lidl again and just shut the fuck up for the rest of my life. But for whatever reason, I just can’t make myself shut the fuck up. So, long story short, I’m just gonna dump my brain onto the page, unfiltered and unedited. Something literally anyone in the world could do.
Responding to Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh
Responding to Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh
Responding to Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh
I’m not gonna lie, this was meant to be something else. It was meant to be a structured and properly edited review/personal essay - I got it into my head that I could start writing the kinds of things published in the New Yorker, and then get paid to write for somewhere like the New Yorker. Which was really delusional and frankly stupid of me, because I just can’t write like that. I go insane thinking of every single thread of thought or idea that could be expanded upon and I end up with a dissertation-level concept and no patience to execute it. Also, if I leave something unfinished and come back to it the next day to keep working on it, it’s absolutely guaranteed that I’ll read through what I’ve already written and decide it’s shit and then spiral into the kind of self-doubt that has me convinced I should delete all traces of myself from the internet and go work at Lidl again and just shut the fuck up for the rest of my life. But for whatever reason, I just can’t make myself shut the fuck up. So, long story short, I’m just gonna dump my brain onto the page, unfiltered and unedited. Something literally anyone in the world could do.