An excerpt from Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing, a novel about mental illness and friendship that I wrote a decade ago that only one person has ever read—until now.
In this episode of “This Is Me Being Uncomfortable,” I mumble largely about writing, creativity, and the influence of life (and death) experience on how you see the world. In playing it back, this was easily the least uncomfortable episode to date. My little experiment seems to be working, but I’m still not changing the name of the podcast that’s not really a podcast, although it sorta kinda is, sorta.
“Something doesn’t feel right… I don’t feel right. My body. I feel like I’m filled with cancer.”
“She’s lost a lot of weight,” I heard someone say at a lunch table near ours. “Like so much she could die.”
Recently, my wife and I began a couple’s love journal titled Why I Love You—a love story, in our own words.