Lately, I’ve been overwhelmed with writing projects and concert preparations. To-do lists cascade beyond the lines of my planner and onto post-it notes, phone reminders,
My work has gone mostly remote again, which at first was something of a relief. After barely a day of emails instead of interaction, though,
In No Time to Spare, Le Guin seems to challenge Franklin’s pervasive, pernicious quote that we must “write something worth reading or do something worth writing about.” What is worth reading and writing about? Galaxies, journeys, and revolutions, certainly, but also cats, trees, and eggs. What is worth doing? Imagining different worlds, exploring important questions, and creating magnificent narratives, most definitely, but also caring for pets, cultivating traditions, and cooking breakfasts.