Heading to Portland tomorrow for the JAW Festival.
Sometimes, writing feels like trying to make sand castles for a living. There’s a tip jar on the beach, and I’m hoping someone puts money into the tip jar and maybe asks me to make a sand castle for them, and there are lots of people around making sand castles, and if you’re lucky people will take pictures of your castle or at least stop to look at it before it disappears into the ocean.
“Look here,” I say, to passers by on the beach. “I built it for you.”
Tomorrow, I get to work on a sandcastle with a group of folks. I’m so lucky.