I wore dress shoes today for about ten hours. I don’t feel like I’ll be able ever to walk again. I’m sleeping in a hotel tonight in a gigantic bed that feels like sheer luxury. The contrast is unavoidable to notice.
The Great Summer Writing Retreat of 2019 continues. One hundred days of writing unedited ideas and following a prompt to its sometimes illogical conclusion. And showing up. Every. Single. Day.
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