High School Sweethearts: Discovering Your Passion
When I was 14, me and my geography class got herded down to the library. They forced us to endure a presentation about careers. It wasn’t very good. All I remember is our guidance counselor sweating behind a podium. Then we were given worksheets. The first question (after our name, I guess) was the hardest:…
Holy F*ck (Publishing, Agents, and Burger King)
There comes a time in every young man’s life when he must reckon with the big questions. Who am I? What am I doing here? Why can’t my phone hold a charge? Why won’t my best friend shut the fuck up about Instapots? Am I being high maintenance or am I just grappling with mountains…
Reports of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated
Oh. Hello. Ummm. This is awkward. Isn’t it? Well, uh, don’t just stand there! Kick your shoes off. Come in! Have a seat! No. Not that one. The one that’s not currently festooned with cobwebs. So. Hi. Um. I guess it has been… almost a year since my last blog post? My. How time flies.…
Turning 30, NaNoWriMo, and Becoming a Human Squid
Oh, hello. Fancy meeting you here. Well not, like, here-here. I have no idea where you are. I’m currently sitting in a crowded Starbucks, squinting against the garish crimson-red Christmas decorations stationed all around me. Songs I’m too old to recognize blare overhead, mocking me and my hairline. And speaking of being buffeted against the…