New York, NYUSA
Hometown: New York
January 31, 2013
I wonder what it would take for pop-religion/mythology to be true and if I could have gotten a little bit dizzier before falling over. The novel that I'm working on is about is a writer who has been abandoned by his muse and ventures out to find where stories come from (turns out that it is aliens). I want to be pulpy and pretentious without ever making it feel like a compromise.
Slightly cool, dark clouds but no precipitation; outside, with a laptop and far for home; claiming every keystroke like it is your last before the clouds devaporate.
I was in college for a very long time, but now I have to pretend to be a grown-up. Last time I tried to write in a vacuum I wound up producing babbling towers of pretense that could never make sense to anyone else, so now I'm trying to avoid that.