A 11-post collection

Still spinning

If you came out today to support the event, to support your fellow creators, to support yourself in your journey, THANK YOU. I hope you had fun. I hope you made some new friends. I hope you got inspired to keep doing you, no matter what the rest of the world may say. »


And that's where things really changed. Oh my goodness, I remember thinking as I wrote my first short story. THIS is me. It was as if everything until that point had been some stepping stone or another to get there. »

Sugar pears, letters, and a sense of self

And it feels like, since finding myself between the pillows of words and the sheets of pages I've found that missing sauce that most—it always seemed—were born with. »

Confession Time

We were going for a walk tonight when I admitted something. "Dad," I said, "I don't know what kind of writer I am." I feel like a giant fraud. I adore writing. I love the process. I love the way it makes you think. But here's the thing: until January I thought »

Thoughts on growing up

Ah, real life. When she’d be forced into an adult suit and carry out her duties as a doctor or a lawyer or whatever mask of a civilized member of society she chose to slip on. »

Lost and Found in New York City

I landed in New York with one month’s rent in my pocket and just enough cash for a plane ticket back home should this not work out. Not that I was about to let that happen... »

When the band crashed with me...

One night while I was still living in Paris an old high school friend sent me a message. "Hey!" he said. "I'm coming to Paris tomorrow night — I'm managing a band (Walrus) that's playing at Supersonic." »

Learning to appreciate the tastes of bitter fruits

When things get so bad that you feel there isn’t any way out it is helpful to work. Work is almost everything. It would be nice to distinguish useful work from mere labor expended, but perhaps that is part of work itself — to find the difference. »