JOY LOBOTOMY

Can Happy People Write?

Oy. Ach. Blech. I’ll try

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I’m concerned. My angst is subsiding. The flotsam I gathered from self-loathing is dropping off of me like mutinous Christmas tree ornaments. “Run from the pine! Hustle!”

In my Sex in the City Carrie Bradshaw voice, I ask myself, “Can happy people still write?”