I’m Not Sure Why I Feel Compelled To Share When I’m Not Ready

I haven’t written anything in such a long time that I feel like if I even tried to begin writing, like I am now, it will end up becoming a large pile of crap that stares me in the face for years to come. Every damn day I will look back at this piece ofContinue reading “I’m Not Sure Why I Feel Compelled To Share When I’m Not Ready”

I Don’t Want to Subscribe to Instant Gratification Anymore.

I think the most difficult thing about being a writer is actually writing. For any writer, but mostly just myself, the task is something I thoroughly enjoy and loathe with my entire being. It’s like pulling teeth, literally—because the process is pain and torture, but in the end, it’s good because the pain goes awayContinue reading “I Don’t Want to Subscribe to Instant Gratification Anymore.”

I Was Totally Buggin’

This past week, I felt personally deflated by my own need to define Tova and Wild. I worked hard over the past month, rewriting, thinking, and talking it over and over and over (and over) with Morgan to try and gain some sort of cognizance for the meaning behind the vision that I have forContinue reading “I Was Totally Buggin’”