I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy!
Today’s Wednesday aka Hump Day. I’ve always disliked the expression, the image of somehow crawling (clawing?) over this awful hump. Very depressing. Not just because it takes effort but because it implies that the days preceding Hump Day are so horrible that we need a marker of some sort to let us know that the end of the work week is in sight.
There’s a Wednesday in every week, so that’s a whole lot of humps in the course of a year. Is there a better way to mark time? Seems like such a waste to use our energy crawling.