a big juicy creative life

(dispatch from deadline)

I’ve been at my desk all hours this week, alternately typing like fury, staring into space, and tangling my fingers in the slapdash bun that holds my hair off my forehead whilst muttering distractedly. I am, as you may gather, on deadline.

I’ll be back next week with a letter, but today, I offer you a stretch to the sun, and the wisdom of Anne Lamott.

Ma…