You should be writing your own stories

Recently I found myself engaged in conversation with a publisher called Josh in which I explained how I met Nat at a women’s empowerment group. Soon after, she moved away but contacted me about staying at my place, which was five minutes from the ocean, cheap and shitty, but perfect for navel gazing.  I barely knew Nat, but thought she'd be trustworthy, and she house sat.  I returned from my trip to find a note explaining she felt as though she’d got to know me by looking at my scrap books, paintings and books. 

“And trying on all your clothes?” guessed Josh. Nat did openly confess to this, which had surprised me! (We don’t even take the same size). When Jules house sat, he wore his dad's clothing rather than wash and wear his own, which is why a 25 yo picked me up from the bus in a fluorescent pink silky tracksuit. 

Josh said I should be writing my own stories/book/magazine/zine. What I should have said is "I do", but instead of mentioning my blog, I focused on my absence of ‘puter design skills. We all do this, find it hard to put ourselves and our inner fragile wishes up front. 

I miss ocean swimming in Sawtell, the mental high of completing the jetty lap. The peninsula water is flat, it's different, better for the end of a horrifically hot day, for letting the day go, rather than starting anew.

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