Publishing is Hard

I had reason to take a long drive recently, down the length of California from the Bay back to my home in Los Angeles.

I saw an old friend for brunch recently.

Recently, I climbed into an alpine lake.

Categories are made up.

Hello.

I have moved three times in the last year.

There’s a thing you hear when bad things happen: “At least they’ll make great art about this.”

Business is booming in the book biz.

I've been thinking a lot about rules lately.

There's something deeply pleasurable about making a list.

Twitter is dying.

I'm writing this on my birthday, nursing a hangover, ignoring the dishes in the sink, the bucket of melted ice full of seltzer and beer, the empty bottles left by my friends.

Hello friends!

Last week I flew across the country to LA, met my friend Kate, got on a boat, and stepped off on Santa Catalina Island.

There’s a joy to talking on the phone.