The Slump is Nigh by Claire Sorrenson

There were signs, of course. You passed them on the highway at night, poorly lit billboards half-swallowed by kudzu: “THE SLUMP IS NIGH,” they warned. “CORRECT COURSE WHILE YOU STILL CAN.” But you were looking, perhaps willfully, at the road ahead, so all you saw from the corner of your eye was “YOU STILL CAN,” and you thought, well that’s nice, as your foot pressed down hard on the accelerator.

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Do Most Things Badly by Claire Sorrenson

The boundaries of my life once seemed infinite. But lately they’ve narrowed to a sharp point, thrusting me forward at alarming speed. I dash from writing groups to critique groups; from self-imposed deadlines to ones dictated by clients. As I do so, I hurtle past the blurred outlines of alternative selves. They call out to me, these other, more alluring versions of myself...

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