I’ve broken from my own conventions. After writing and publishing every day for several months, after building an entire routine around the practice, I found myself in a pandemic rut. COVID came and with it a by-God dry spell set in.

This is not to say I didn’t write. I pecked out words here and there, words about the pandemic and the election and what it means to be sober in it all. I shared both depth and pith on Instagram, Twitter, and in Newsletters. But that marvelous streak of daily writing died. I held no funerals. I said no eulogies.

I’m clawing back some attempt to come back to the page more with more regularity, particularly in light of the fact that the election is—cross your fingers and hope-to-God—over. In the first spate of writing, I hope to explore why creating (something, anything) is important in this age of burn-it-down insanity. I hope you’ll join me. I hope you’ll invite others to join. More than anything, I hope you’ll set your mind to creating regularly.

Expect to see new pieces on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. In this week’s series, I’ll explore the power of creativity, particularly in an age of deconstruction. I hope you’ll join me.

DON’T GO JUST YET

If there’s one regret I have about The Book of Waking Up, it’s that I didn’t realize just how addicted we are to politics at the time of its writing. I suppose I understood it at a macro level, but this election cycle has exposed a much deeper addiction. If you haven’t picked up a copy, please do, and consider just how the framework of waking up applies to our political addictions. Then, chart a course for true political sobriety.