Someone asks how you're doing. You have about a second to decide how much of it they actually want.
Fine, Thanks is thirty pages of what was really going on, each one facing what came out instead.
On the left: the parking garage in February. The message still sitting in drafts. The four o'clock hour when holding the face becomes physical work.
On the right: two words, delivered with a smile.
It's short - twenty minutes, or one page and put it down, which is what it was built for. It's written in the first person, dryly, by someone who is fine, thank you. It is not advice, and it does not tell you to reach out.
For the person who has been fine for a long time. And for whoever has been asking twice.
Book One of Said Out Loud.