I noticed today that I’m coming out of a writing slump. I write here every day, of course, but it doesn’t feel like writing a lot of the time. I like writing essays, and I just didn’t have one in me for a long time. I think that moving this daily practice to a journal-like form has helped, and now I’m itching to write an essay, and to spend time doing it. I’ve started it in my mind—if not on the page—and without getting into it, it’s about being an amateur. About living life as an amateur, and surrounding yourself with fellow amateurs.