Since the beginning of the pandemic, I’ve lost access to much of the community I’ve relied on as a writer. My husband has profound long COVID—I don’t want to risk bringing anything back that might further compromise his health. Where once I used to meet up with other writers so we could all work in the same space, now I mostly work by myself. I’m content to be cautious, but I’ve craved that sense of surprise, of acting in a way that feels counterintuitive to common sense. I’ve craved company when I’m in pursuit of the delight and mystery and discovery that writing provides. Another favorite writer of mine, Howard Waldrop, once made a distinction between nighttime logic and daytime logic in fiction. Daytime logic stories are grounded in everyday rules and everyday order, whereas nighttime logic stories are uncanny. They turn our sense of the world upside down. To go out and write a letter to the moon, under the moon, as part of a coven of writers, was to explicitly open up a door to strangeness and possibility and nighttime logic. I’m going to do it again, when the moon is full. Maybe you, too, might wish to welcome strangeness into your writing. Perhaps you might even find a coven of your own. Maybe you, too, might write by the light of the moon. {read}