I Currently Have 19 Active Drafts
I’m not counting the ones that hide in the scraps folder… yet. A couple of months ago I shared some loose ideas to expand my…
I’m not counting the ones that hide in the scraps folder… yet. A couple of months ago I shared some loose ideas to expand my…
2022 was the year that I survived. And not a whole lot else, but just one little step forward at the end.
Twitter is simple—it’s what Facebook used to want to be, back when users needed an .edu email address to join. It’s the space where people…
Before, my life felt like I was always running a labyrinth. Always hearing a screaming baby in a distant place, never able to reach it, constantly yanked in different directions, racing against a time frame that didn't exist. But now the whole thing has been razed, disintegrated.
When it rains, it pours. When an Angeleno leaves LA for any subjectively significant time, one’s re-entry is provisional until they’ve seen their therapist. I…
It's been a non-stop shit-show of people telling me I'm so amazing and deserve better then turning around and letting me down by choice. And the impact really can't be summed up in a paragraph or two.
But on the other days, the ones I can push through, the healed (or healing) part of me asks “Why don’t others believe they deserve me? Why do they fear what they want?”
Why I am taking a break but not really going anywhere.
As a writer I have always believed in trusting the reader. If a writer fails this, the prose suffers. It is where walls of text and overwrought exposition is born and storytelling goes to die.
If you choose to leave Twitter, that's a decision I understand and respect. At this time, I don't have any plans to leave but that may change in the future. If you'd like to stay in touch and keep me in your networks, here are the other ways to reach me.