It seems that every time I sit down to write nowadays, I’ve got a beer or a glass of wine or something next to my keyboard keeping me company. While it’s easy to explain this away with alcohol kind of lubricating the more emotional parts of myself, realistically, I’m developing some kind of alcohol dependency.…

I have not been doing well. That’s about par for the course for me, the boundless depressive. I had enjoyed about 8 months of a novel strain of hypomania, this sort of joie de vivre that was more akin to jolts of electricity than it was to a sea change. I suppose around December, the…