I’m giving the manuscript an overhaul. I’m not fast about it. I’ll tell you, the last year has been a lesson in marketing and patience. Seinfeld says pain is knowledge rushing in to fill a gap and this, my friends, has been an educational year. Knowledge has been rushing in on all fronts and I am wrangling with the complicated present and the hopeful future. Aren’t you?
We see the light on at the end of the tunnel and we are sure it is not the train. But here, at least, where I am, we are still hanging out in the tunnel, in the semi-dark, dreaming of light, post-operative, post-production, post-vaccination light. All the dreams and all the feelings crowd the room I’m in. This room I keep curating, angling the desk, making the books flush with the edge of the shelf as though that will make the difference. I am hopeful, I say. I insist upon it.
