writing

Writing for the Harlan Daily is the first real writing deadline I’ve ever had to contend with. To keep out of trouble I try to keep five or six columns ahead all the time. Prior to last night I hadn’t written anything in a couple of weeks. Writer’s block. Then last night, something popped and stuff started falling out of my head. Finished a column about meeting women and started one about the Olsen Twins, one about mens’ underwear, and one about a bastard not named Painted Pony. Highbrow topics are the name of the game.

I got an email from a reader yesterday. It was the nicest letter I’ve ever gotten from someone I didn’t know. She mentioned something at the end of the letter about me living in Harlan County. Should I tell her and ruin the illusion?