A lot of my writer friends suffer from some form of anxiety. Maybe\u00a0that’s because\u00a0as writers, we’re always imagining possibilities for our characters — the worst possibilities. And we do it in our own lives, too.<\/p>\n
This morning, I couldn’t find the cat while some contractors were removing the most awful\u00a0vinyl known to man from our kitchen. I’d taken the cover off of one of the kitchen air vents. Thus I convinced myself, for the better part of three hours, that the cat had fallen into the vent and disappeared into the furnace forever.<\/p>\n
This way of thinking is good for writing. But it’s lousy and exhausting for living.<\/p>\n
So\u00a0one of my goals for this year is to remember Occam’s Razor<\/a>, my husband’s refrain for my assumptions. I’ll try to find\u00a0the simplest reason, the simplest explanation. (In this case, it would have been: the cat’s probably hiding in the basement, which is where I finally found her.)<\/p>\n http:\/\/youtu.be\/zI-iMy0aZM8<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A lot of my writer friends suffer from some form of anxiety. Maybe\u00a0that’s because\u00a0as writers, we’re always imagining possibilities for our characters — the worst possibilities. And we do it in our own lives, too. This morning, I couldn’t find … Continue reading