Month: September 2014

• September 21, 2014

  For Fear of Writing

  I’m scared. I envy writers who don’t feel this crippling dread when they start thinking about a new project.  I went to grad school with a girl (we’ll call her Princess) who seemed so blissfully unafraid of writing, most likely because she was — no hyperbole here — the worst writer I’d ever read.  But…
• September 17, 2014

  Mix Tape Blush

  In an effort to make some sense of the chaos that is my existence, I’ve been on this big tear of organizing ephemera into more chronological categories.  I just recently finished the photographs…and now it’s onto the mix CDs. And, whoo-boy, are some of these embarrassing. My earliest mix CDs were similar to radio tapes…