captain’s log, day 1: i deactivated my instagram for the first time this morning, meal prepped for 10 days (!), and drove off to an inn in the woods where i am finishing a rough, first draft of a manuscript that was due 3 months ago.

when i got here, to an inn that i’m certain looks the same it did 40 years ago, the innkeepers were out for the night, no one was around, and all the lights were off except for the Christmas lights. my first thoughts: ‘oh hell no. am i ALONE alone? I’ve never been alone this long in my life! this is a horror movie, some white people shit.’ then i thought well no, a black colleague had been here recently too, and loved it. i saw her name in the guestbook. and it was probably a relief that no one watched me lug in more food than i probably need, sheepishly taking up too much space in the communal freezer. i ate a banana and met another guest and feel better. stay tuned.