I wanted to come here today to talk to you about the massive restructure I’ve recently undertaken on my work in progress, a move than involves cutting over 100 pages of blood, sweat, and tears and changing the entire feel…
I’ve been going through a lot of big changes lately, and while almost all of them have been good in the long term, the short term has been one long ball of stress and exhaustion and emotional turmoil. The above…
In the cold fluorescent light of the bathroom at my downtown office, I grinned at myself in the mirror like a fool. You are a fucking gem, I thought, and someone worthwhile is going to notice it and never want to give…
As I reached the tiny tea-light candle out to the flame of one of the hundreds already dancing on the small metal structure, I held my breath and prayed, starting out the same way I always did: Dear Lord, please…
“So you’re not writing at all about this wedding and your feelings about it?” My therapist looks at me like I’ve just admitted to stopping all sustenance in an attempt at passive suicide. “Well… no. I haven’t really wanted to…
Last week marked exactly a year that I’ve been back in the States, and although I adore San Francisco and being home has been good for me in a lot of ways, one word keeps running through my mind: BASTA. …
I’m back in San Francisco, after fleeing London a month and a half earlier than planned, alone, in the wake of the sort of disaster even my extremely pessimistic mind never thought to imagine. And although I’ve been dealing with…
