Still, Look:

Woke up from a dream last night about a murder and thought: holy shit this is a perfectly wound plot. Went over the details in my mind to ensure I’d remember the basics when I…

friends wth

For the longest time -most of my life- therapy/self-care/me-time, whatever, was just “writing”. Shut the world out, type words until I figure out how I feel about [whatever], understand enough about myself to know what…

twenty nine scene

I don’t want to get into a whole thing about best and worst and year-end lists, but OK some notes to self, off the top of my head about various things from this year: Seeing…

A Story I Forget to Tell

I’m back in therapy lately, did I tell you? After however many years away. It’s good, I need it, it’s helping, etc. For the longest time my mental health regiment was: writing. It worked for…

Weird Summer

Frustrating, invisible. A summer basically reinventing the physics of time. Continual, perpetual, eternal lack of progress on my next book. In June I thought: July will be for breaking the story, understanding the arcs. And…

A Good Hand-Washing Experience

I had a really memorable hand-washing experience in Atlantic City a few weeks ago. Definitely want to mention it. For context I am somewhat of a germaphobe who washes his hands, idk, 30-40 times per…

Only Physical

My friend Matthew Connor released his new single last week and it’s so good I’m upset. I described it on IG as: and idk if that quite does it the justice it deserves but I…

Biking, I’m Biking I’m

Over the last year I got really into bike-riding. I know, so fucked up. Since I have yet to generate the energy sufficient to make a practice of deleting old tweets before they can be…