It’s around eight when I send my latest document and shut my computer off. I’ve been working for six hours straight, and my eyes are tired from staring at a screen. I don’t particularly enjoy my work, but until I find my muse again, this is all I have.
In the last years, I’ve started many different projects, tried numerous things, but never finished anything. Journalism. Teaching English to new immigrants. Cooking school. Bartending. Physical fitness. Boxing. I even thought of joining the army or police force. I trained dogs for a while on this remote farmland for a friend of mine, but dogs don’t respond very well to drunken litanies in the middle of the night.
I’ve been searching for myself, my true self, for so long, I don’t think I’m capable of anything else but this search. But with
