reading out of a rutI was stuck, and the thing about being stuck is that it feels like you’re never going to be unstuck. You probably remember the dark day two Thursdays ago when this letter didn’t appear in your inbox. It’s not that I didn’t try to write. I thrashed around on the page like a fly on…
The tools get better, but you still have to chop the woodEvery week at around 8pm on Wednesday, I absolutely hate what I’ve written here. It stinks. There’s no chance it’s going to turn into a readable piece by the next day. It’s going to be the week that I finally call in sick with you guys. The silver lining of this recurring…
