August 25, 2021

Contemplating the fact that reserving time to market my works, to choose outlets and compose the fawning letters, fills me with exhaustion and unease, whereas writing or revising is a joy from the moment I sit down to the moment I rise up. One with less experience might suppose he was meant to write and not to market, but the literal decades in which that’s exactly what happened turned out to be– fallow, to put it in the best light. Wasted, to put it in the worst.