Back to Bed

I tried to get up this morning before work to write.
When I was working on the first draft of my most recent freelance project, I was able to get up at 7, stow myself in the back corner of a local Starbucks, and type madly for about two hours before running down Varick Street for [...]

Advice from a Stranger

A new filmmaker/writer friend from MySpace has this to say about my vocal desire to move to LA:
My words of wisdom: stay in nyc!!! la is a vacuous barbieland inhabited with carnivores. a place where creativity is the bone with the most meat.
Does that mean the people in LA will eat me?

My Mind Is Elsewhere

I have reached chapter 7 of my revision. I should plow through. I should.
But my mind is on other things. Floating up in there are all the foods I can't eat because I am on a (stupid) diet—how often can a person think of frosted cupcakes?—and then I think, Well, what can I eat if [...]

View from My Desk Last Year

This was my desk a year ago, when I spent a month at the MacDowell Colony, an artists’ colony in New Hampshire and, I suspect, the most incredible colony in the entire country. My studio was much, much bigger than my apartment in Manhattan. There was a chandelier that couldn’t fit in this photo. Sometimes [...]