I write irreverent copy for websites, emails, facebook ads, and so forth. It’s fun — but sometimes I just wanna write whatever the f*ck I want. Here I go.
EDIT: This piece was published in 2017, before Radhika Jones took over as Editor in Chief. The magazine has changed a lot under her… it’s not perfect, but it never looks like this anymore.
I can’t write today. I don’t have any ideas; everything I think of is boring.
I’m uninspired. My story is stuck on its first steps, and who am I to write a story anyway? I’m an essayist, not a novelist.
Every person has a power about them. Call it life force, aura, an energetic field.
But you? You had MORE.
More power. More passion. More … was it charisma? Or were you just impossible to ignore, with…
Silence has a sound.
It envelops. It expands. It swaddles your mind in a fuzzy blanket and drowns out the…