Maybe writing well isn’t really about writing at all.
In which I take several hundred words to communicate “I quit my job;” if only I were a more talented editor.
You’re gonna buy shit. You’re gonna get take-out. Get it from a Black-owned business.
Give money, yes. And also: give time, give energy, unlearn your bullshit.
When quarantine fully ends, we’re all gonna go batshit crazy and eat FULL CANS OF SOUP.