Friends: I am starting a new job tomorrow! I’m not working on underwear catalogs in New Jersey, and I’m not doing Americorps, and I’m not preparing...
The other night, five hometown friends passed through New York to play a show. I’ve known them all for close to ten years, nearly half of our...
Stayed in (mostly) last night so I could get up early and work on the book before I go to yoga and then a bunch of parades today. Most of what I am thinking about this morning while I’m editing, what I’m infusing it with I guess you could say, is the idea that I write because I want to see things exist. They aren’t already there, and they should be — at least for my own benefit or enjoyment.
Once I ran into my friend Andrew on the subway platform in my neighborhood. He was wearing headphones, and we waved hello. I’ve loved Andrew’s music for twenty years, so of course I asked what he was listening to, and he said his own songs. He told me that he wrote music so he would have something to listen to. I don’t think that means he hates other music. (He is a pretty loving guy.) It’s just that he knows what he loves best.
There are plenty of things for me to read out there but it’s true, the work I like to spend the most time with is my own. I’ll read this book, these sentences, consider these characters, a hundred times before I’m done. I’ll fall in and out of love with them during that time, but hopefully I’ll land on love in the end.
At WORD, I handsold Carver, Rebecca Lee, Saunders, Isa Does It, and myself to:
Also Michael Northrop and Molly D stopped by, and I met Amy Shearn and Myke Cole.
This all happened in an hour! A magic hour!