I started writing about my childhood baseball cards a little over a decade ago out of desperation. I didn't have a job, any my money was running out, and the novel I purported to be working on was dying of pretentiousness and exhaustion. Writing about baseball cards didn't solve any of those problems. But there was some life in it, at least. Over the years it has grown into a practice of sorts, or maybe it's a hobby, like building ships in bottles, who knows, but either way it seems to help keep me from completely unraveling.
Booth: Vol. 2
, Article 3.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol2/iss8/3