Nowadays anyone with a crap laptop and an Internet connection can sound their barbaric yawp, whatever it may be.

Doors are going to open-doors you can't even imagine exist.

Physically it's exhausting to cook every night. Existentially speaking, I have so much more energy having that time to myself in this project, this gift to myself at the end of the day. Even if it didn't go smoothly, it was still a gift.

Cooking saved my life! Sure, there were some miserable moments, but that was sort of the point, to find something challenging and consuming enough to take a place in the center of my life into which was creeping a horrible feeling of stasis and the doom of mediocrity.

There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to another. Here, I took butter and cream and meat and eggs and I made delicious sustenance.

The nice thing about having a friend who is crazier than you are is that she bolsters your belief in your own sanity.

The blog is certainly another tool for writers out there to break their way in. But being a blogger does not make you a great writer.