“Hi, this is who I am. I hope you’ll excuse the unsolicited email. I had a story idea that I thought would be perfect for X publication. Would you mind if I pitched to you?”
Lonesome Wholesome Cowgirl Who Can Only Depend on Herself and Her Art (In a Great Way) - My playlist “cowgirl beats” is inspired by this character which carried me through some of my loneliest, most work-struggle, post-heartbreak days. By making my loneliness and efforts and losses into this honorable, romantic feat, I could both detach and embody it. I drank whiskey straight, went to the desert and the beach a lot. Would sit at cafes writing by hand into a journal and window shop aimlessly. Embodied “It Ain’t Me Babe” by Nancy Sinatra energy every day. Lived by this Kerouac quote:
“So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.”
"Place" as a ritual, to open and close chapters of my life. Or complete a grief process. I'd come to associate the desire to relocate with an intuitive need to prove to myself I'd moved on from something.