It’s Labor Day Weekend, my family is outside gallivanting, and here I am. Upstairs, shut in by the four corners of my dingy, dimly-lit quasi-hermitage.
I have been working on this godforsaken piece (yes, the very one you are taking in, dear reader) for hours on end. All I have to show for it is yet another day of written humiliations.
I lean back — craning my neck and flattening my hunchback — and close my eyes. I ask the Ghosts of Writers Past:
“Why do I do this to myself?”
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