Here I am again, trying to write another first draft.
Every time I start, I stop. Sometimes it’s because I get interrupted. Lately, it’s because something outrageous or amazing or just plain confounding has happened in the world, and I think, Oh, I can’t write about the thing I was going to write about; I have so many thoughts about the new thing, I need to write about that instead. And the new thing is connected to the other thing—