All adrift...

I'm all adrift here without an anchor, and it's weird.

Ever since 1958, when I got the Saxton writing fellowship, my daily life has been solidly anchored in whatever book [or books:] I am writing. There has always been a book [or books:], with its deadlines and its launch schedule; there was a chaotic year when I had three book contracts at once and was writing all three of them at the same time. There were a lot of years when I had a book to write and a grant proposal to write and an institute ...