Month: September 2011

  • “If I don’t become a spy, I’m probably just going to stop.” There are not many people who could utter a line like that and have it make perfect sense in the moment. My friend K is one of those people. What K was getting at was the idea that eventually you have to stop…

  • Doesn’t matter precisely what it is, but there’s something that you want, something that keeps you up at night, something that’s the alpha and the omega of your ambition. You have a dream and you need to carve out the space and skills to pursue it while balancing everything else that’s on your plate.  Here’s…

  • Although unintentional, I have a string of non-consecutive posts going in which I mention cake. I don’t know what’s up with that. I can’t even eat cake. But the baked good shoutouts shall continue unabated. Specifically, I’m thinking about MacArthur Park and the fine art of being rejected. I write about rejection a fair bit…

  • “What do you do?” “I’m a writer. Sorta.” She pivots toward me, pushes her wine glass out of the way. “No ‘sorta.’ You are or you aren’t. So, are you a writer?” “Yes, I’m a writer.” “Good girl.” And she is an actress. A blonde actress from Iceland who stars in indie theatre and works…

  • Start as big and as grandiose as possible. Scale back only if absolutely necessary. And define “necessary” very narrowly. It’s the same logic that governs my stylist’s approach to trimming my bangs. “We can always take more off, but we can’t add it back on.” Truth. You can keep cutting and sanding and planing (different…