You Realize

Wake up heart pounding at 3 am. You’re in a sweat and the part of your brain that causes anxiety (How do you not know how that works? Remember to look that up sometime.) necessitates that you pick apart last night’s conversation now, in the dark warmth of your bed, in case anything you said

Write Drunk, Edit Sober

Like Bacchanalia, the so-called Hemingway ethic was an easy mythos to throw oneself into, lazy college days spent churning out drafts in the little pub across the street from the Language building. We partied hard, wrote fast, and bullshitted with the best of them. By the time graduation rolled around and I’d read all of