It is now September. I don’t know how it can be September but it is and no doubt you’re as stunned as I am at how fast the summer went. 

I’m sitting at my computer up in Montana trying to write an essay that’s part of a book proposal I need to finish by next Tuesday, and once again (again and again and again) I’m learning how hard it is to write something that’s true and clear, something that’s beyond my own navel and possibly meaningful to a reader. If you’re sitting there at your desk trying to do the same thing, just know that you’re not alone.