lettering, Life, Type

I can't do this but I'm doing it anyway

San francisco — I’m struggling. Deep breaths. I can almost hear Ken’s voice in my head: Not enough contrast, fix that M, this doesn’t work, that’s misaligned. Sketch it again. My estimated five hours has turned into eight and counting. I laugh — who do I think I am? Five hours, for a 3x4 foot chalkboard? — and get back to the feeling of impending doom. Then I think, damn you, Amy. … Amy Poehler, that is. I...