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.
Alright, I’ll admit it — I’ve been subscribing to Vanity Fair for like, 10 years (probably more). And if you think this makes me an out-of-touch, liberal elitist — well, I don’t blame you. But in my defense, I also subscribe to…
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…