reality check

of course, there's the other side to all this wishy-swishing around through the warm bath water of lavender-scented indecision and frothy ideas.

they come in the form of texts from my friend at william morris who just went thru a writer's bootcamp for agents thing today, and is taking it out on me:

dude, there are too many writers with motivation making money. grow up or stop claiming ur a writer.

ouch, and then...

too harsh for u. i mean i'm bored of postive reinforcement.

ok! followed by...

i mean seriously? ull be procrastinating till ur 40.

i hope they told her to do this to writers or something. and...

the strays idea. how many years u had that stashed?

ok, fine. back to work.

post-materialism, the aesthete and style

my mind is stewing these days with angles, edges, concepts and philosophies all converging aromatically like a big goo-ball at a reggae festival. which austere bun-lady over there would definitely not approve of my sampling.

i'm not sure where it's all going to end up, but i'm treading off into some social commentary land in my new novel, hipster. it's fun, a little daunting, and ultimately, very entertaining to live with ideas jostling through your veins like childhood building blocks.

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This is a great website for television screenwriters.

RIP - the author of 'The Infinite Jest'

never surprises me when writers do this.

here's something he wrote in college:

You are the sickness yourself.... You realize all this...when you look at the black hole and it's wearing your face. That's when the Bad Thing just absolutely eats you up, or rather when you just eat yourself up. When you kill yourself. All this business about people committing suicide when they're "severely depressed;" we say, "Holy cow, we must do something to stop them from killing themselves!" That's wrong. Because all these people have, you see, by this time already killed themselves, where it really counts.... When they "commit suicide," they're just being orderly.