It Could Just Be Thursday

Though the question’s been a nigh-constant since I embarked upon this creative life, this iteration of the creative life, whatever, the question – what if I’m wrong? – has been screeching louder and louder these past few months, these past few months of getting nowhere and impatience, these past few months, this past year, of one emotional clusterfuck after the other…

What if I’m wrong and I’m not a writer? what if this is just another failed iteration, like being a Jell-O Chef when I was fiv...