Oh, my God. My heart sank as I started reading, thinking our beloved Christopher had passed unexpectedly. You had me for a second there, my friend.

The burnout is real. I find myself struggling. I'm trying to be supportive of other writers by reading as much as I can, which is impossible--even just reading stuff by those I consider my "inner circle" is impossible--which makes me feel like a shitty person.

I write (when I can) for about 5 different publications and contributing content is a slog and, sometimes, I go quite awhile without contributing anything, because, you know, life happens.

The thing I love about Counter Arts is it's a sorta one-stop shop that spans a wide range of topics. I can write poetry or share my photography or write something humorous or culturally relevant. Plus, the editors have been so supportive of my work.

I always feel shitty when I don't produce as much as others seem to do. I put that pressure on myself, though. I am so thankful to have a platform like Counter Arts to which I can contribute. I always feel welcome here.