New freedoms surface old habits. I haven’t left sin behind, only discovered a new medium for my treachery. My real trouble as a writer isn’t trying to mean the words that I write. It’s living into the words that I mean. Nonfiction writing can feel like the high art of hypocrisy

New freedoms surface old habits. I haven’t left sin behind, only discovered a new medium for my treachery. My real trouble as a writer isn’t trying to mean the words that I write. It’s living into the words that I mean. Nonfiction writing can feel like the high art of hypocrisy (Jen Pollock Michel, Teach Us to Want: Longing, Ambition & the Life of Faith)