Here is a selfie, immediately after hitting send:

Leave it all on the field, football coaches say.

Leave it all on the page, writers should say.

One time at this stage I slammed my face with a bathroom stall door. Not on purpose. I just lost track of where my head was at the time. It was a weird conversation, back at the restaurant table with my eye swelling and purpling. “I just turned in my book” would make sense as a reason to have slammed your head in a door to SO FEW people, none of whom were at that dinner.

I’m going for a walk out in the air now. Wish me (and the people out there with me) luck today. Good to remember there is outside, and non-imaginary people, and stuff happening that I don’t have to/get to revise.

HAPPY MLK DAY!