Hey, remember this?

I am about to proceed as though I did not abandon this by the side of the road a few years ago and I’m going to just pretend like we are continuing our (very one sided) conversation.  Cool?  Thanks.

I’ll catch you up:  Still working at a job that makes me say out loud, on a daily basis, what the actual f*&k?  This is probably true of everyone’s job, I’m definitely happy to have one since no one wants to pay me cash money to write anything.  I am still writing – actually I finished a book and I am sometimes almost proud of it.  Looking for next steps on that one, which is writer code for ‘dealing with almost constant rejection’, where I send it out to agents and they send me emails back that say “Blah, Blah, Blah” which is agent code for ‘you suck at the writing and I very much hate you’.  It’s fun.  I have started a second book.  I sold my cozy great house and bought a slightly less cozy maybe greater house that is closer to the park I like to haunt, and that is going well except for the fact that the previous owners painted a whole floor this paint color that was designed in a lab to drive me insane which I have not had the time to change.  I’ve taken some trips (Morocco!  Portugal!  Italy again!), found the kindest best man in the universe, and read a thousand books.

So… pandemic!  Awesome.  I’m living my life, working at home mostly in sweatpants, getting over my inherent aversion to talking on the phone, marking the passage of time by noticing how much wider my face looks in the Zoom video every week.  I am not writing much on the second book because it often interferes with my near constant state of panic and anxiety, so I decided to start this up again as a forum to talk about what is keeping me off the ledge right now, and hopefully for it to spark some creative energy.  Expect some in depth expert analysis of books, podcasts, television and probably mostly Bon Appetit videos in the future.  Bye!