I find it interesting that the short story I am working on is my slowest work and the one that rattles my confidence. I feel at this time I approach it from its blind spot and poke at it a little every day.

I’m not much of a short story writer. I was discouraged from writing fiction early on, and I’ve not yet confidently shaken that. To finish this piece and then to return to it in a month is one of my goals.

Every moment was filled today and still so many words. Today I tried talk-to-text for one of the essays, and I have to say it took me longer than it would have to write or type it. I felt more aware of how right or wrong everything sounded, and I began meta-crafting and editing and criticizing my work. I wonder if that is a function of…