Okay, peeps, it’s pie sale time. You can tell it’s pie sale time because I’m saying things like “Okay peeps.” During the pie sale I morph into another version of myself. One who is peppy and cheerful and obsessive. Manic’s a reductive word, so I’m not goin g to use it, but I think you can see what I mean. (I promise this post is related to writing. I will get there. But it’s going to be long. I’d say sorry but no one reads this except my mom, and she loves long.) The pie sale is an annual event