I’ve broken from my own conventions. After writing and publishing every day for several months, after building an entire routine around the practice, I found myself in a pandemic rut. COVID came and with it a by-God dry spell set in.
This is not to say I didn’t write. I pecked out words here and there, words about the pandemic and the election and what it means to be sober in it all. I shared both depth and pith on Instagram, Twitter, and in Newsletters. But that marvelous streak of daily writ...
Published on November 16, 2020 08:32