New School
Just a form, a registration fee and $130 and you, too, could spend your next four Thursday nights standing at an easel before a blank canvas wondering who the hell you think you are.
Read MoreThe Treachery of Bookstores
In recent years bookstores have become increasingly vexing and anxious spaces for me. What used to be places of peace are now fraught with urgency; not about which books to read, which should be the only anxiety one has in a bookstore, but rather my continual failure to finish any one of my fucking three novel manuscripts.
Read More2014's Greatest Hits
No one said you could have it all. And certainly nothing really ever turns out quite the way you think it will.
Read MoreBlock This
A lack of ideas is not a viable excuse. That is not writer's block. That is me being a lazy shit.
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