When I'm Not Sure What or Why I'm Writing

Plus pitch opps for Dwell, NYT, Elephant Magazine, and more

Hi writer friends,

Today’s issue is brought to you by a very weak wifi signal in a Motel 6 in Wyoming that smells like stale cigarettes and bleach. The room is hot, my thighs are sticking to the vinyl seat at the little table I’m working at, and I’m wondering if COVID can be transmitted through sweat. (Google says there is no proof of that.)

Sometimes th…