I’ve been in a rut the last couple of days. I’m not even sure why. I sit down to write to you, and I’m just drawing blanks. I’m letting the worst news in my feed get to me… I get emotional, I get angry and I get a little sad… I’m feeling like prey.
Recently, a new patron wrote to me and said:
“You’re a brilliant writer, Clay. You’re one of the few brilliant writers I still read because you don’t steal my peace… you give me peace.”