On the soft embarrassment of diarising anxiety

I’ve been busy, but I always am when I begin crawling into another spring. I’ve now been working full-time since August and I have struggled to replace my copywriter’s brain into its jar at 17:30 each day. The only thing I have been writing with any consistency has been a daily recollection of the weather, of meals, a steadyContinue reading “On the soft embarrassment of diarising anxiety”