May 14, 2013
Whatever happens when it all comes out. Lately I've been very seriously interested in Gonzo journalism, magical realism, and the picaresque novel, and what happens when they collide (the very real vs the very bizarre).
With all these zombies and twitter lunatics drooling over a machine all day and madmen running the world while robbing the shoes off our feet, someone's gotta be writing. Something about it always gets the adrenalin swelling anyway.
2AM to 4AM seems to work. That, or after at least half a bottle of wine. Or on the metro. Or when I should be working or am otherwise engaged in another activity (funny how that happens, no?).
I'm a native New Yorker, whatever that means. Been working in Madrid for two years. Having a massive problem with procrastination in regards to my writing.