Cold weather makes me anti-social. Ok. Yes, I’m already anti-social but cold weather makes it worse. And to be fair I’m not really anti-social so much as introverted. Many of you may not believe that I’m introverted but it is in fact true. They say that extroverts get their energy from talking to and being around…
Read MoreSome Nights
Some nights you settle in for a simple movie, just something fun, nothing challenging, nothing original, or overly deep. Some nights you settle in for one of those movies and suddenly find that every little detail resonates with you and your life like they were hidden easter eggs; hidden for you in a three-star-happy-ending-style film.…
Read MoreOn Grief
Grief is a strange process. You forget and remember and forget and then remember and on and on until the two begin to blur together and we’re left only with a sad sense of remembered forgetfulness. And in the end it’s the guilt of everything slipping away that holds on the longest. Maybe that’s why…
Read MoreOn My Back (Like A Turtle)
Woke up this morning and my back was surprisingly free of pain. For the past few months I’ve been dealing with a bulged disc (possibly two). For those of you who don’t know what a bulged disc is, I suggest you look it up. I knew nothing about it and still, to this day, find…
Read MoreKnowing When To Stop
Neil Gaiman said in his 2012 Keynote Address at The University of the Arts: “…the biggest problem of success is that the world conspires to stop you doing the thing that you do, because you are successful. There was a day when I looked up and realised that I had become someone who professionally replied…
Read MoreWriting and Rising and Blood
The lizard part of my brain didn’t want to get up today; it didn’t want to stand; it didn’t want to walk the 15 blocks to the coffee shop where I choose to work most days. The lizard in my brain saw the grey & white sky and rolled back into the folds of my…
Read MoreThe Commonplace Book
I’ve always been the type of person who underlines things in books or collects quotes in abused spiral notebooks. As an early teen I used to read books of quotations and circle the ones that struck a chord with me. I always assumed I was just weird or that over a decade of Catholic school…
Read MorePissing In The Gas Tank
I haven’t been blogging much, as I’m sure you have noticed. But my absence has not been out of some kind of laziness, nor lack of interest, lack of initiative or nor any other mental oppression. My limited blogging is rather, in this case, a very good sign. I find these days, sitting at the typewriter,…
Read MoreRiding The Elevator To Hell With a Typewriter
I started a book over a year ago with ambition, ideas and a lot of goddamn momentum. Then, about six months ago, I lost hold of it—it went ripping off like a snapped guitar string or a busted fan belt, swinging at the flesh, hoping to break bone. I don’t know how it happens, but sometimes projects just give…
Read MoreYour Friends Hate Your Art
If you’re looking to succeed in some sort of creative endeavor, then your biggest enemy will be apathy. At some point or another, you’re going to create things that you’re damn proud of, maybe things that you’ve never been prouder of and your first inclination will be to share what you’ve made. If you do…
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