Corona Diaries series of Morning Pages entries: Yesterday I thought this was all a mistake. My choosing to stay here instead of going home to Bali. I have searched for home all my life. I have to spend so much time now in our closet and look at what I usually hide.
Maybe writing is like playing the piano. You can’t expect the very best piece to come out immediately. It takes dedication to write daily morning pages. Only playing it over and over again, changing the chords and tempo, tweaking the refrain until you find the right chords and rhythm.