As Soon As You Publish A Book

As A Person, I Do Ascribe To A Lot Of Magical Thinking Myself.

If You Look At Communal Experiments In General For Any Amount Of Time, You'll Find A Lot Of Horrors: Raped Children, Sexual Slavery, Eugenics Experiments, On And On.

Depressing Thought: My Friends Were The Girls I Ate Lunch With, All Buddies From Kindergarten Who Knew One Another So Well We Weren't Sure If We Even Liked One Another Anymore.

Being A Writer Means I Sit In A Dark (and Pretty Dank) Room Off My Garage For Many Hours A Day, And In My Wallowing Moments I Can Feel As If I'm Already On The Outside Of Society, Peering Wistfully In.

I See Ghosts Everywhere, And That Is Partially A Function Of My Being Incredibly Near-sighted And Reading Way Too Late Into The Night.