Am I the only one who feels like they're just... ghostwriting their own life? It’s almost 3 am and I’ve been sitting here in the garage—which I still call my "studio" even though it’s mostly just boxes of old canvases and a lawnmower—trying to finish a letter for my daughter. She’s graduating next week. Summa cum laude. I barely scraped by with my BFA twenty years ago and now I’m doing freelance technical layout for medical pamphlets just to keep the lights on. I think maybe I’m just TIRED of being the person who is supposed to have the right words for things. I tried for three hours to write something meaningful. I really did. I wanted to tell her how her laughter sounds like... I don't know, something diaphanous and bright?