THAT THING I DON’T HAVE TIME TO WRITE RIGHT NOW

THAT THING I DON’T HAVE TIME TO WRITE RIGHT NOW The real problem, of course, is that the ideas don’t stop coming. Everything I see can be pounded into a story. It taxes me. All the old new things, the lives lived around me, on either side of me, front and back of me, the thick paragraphs in books and the emotions caught in filmic light, every howl in the face of injustice, every loving nuzzle, it inspires. It’s exhausting. … →