Writing is hard; mostly you fail. What you think is passable meets constant rejection. It gets a bit much. This is why so many writers have memoirs of madness in them. Mission at Tenth, published by California Institute of Integral Studies, located right here in Fog City, which I think is a way of referring to San Francisco, is hefty and shockingly slick for an arts journal. It’s got a lot of everything, including my piece “Feeling, Better,” from my own memoir of madness in progress.