-- The Redemption Of Figure Skater Mirai Nagasu - Dvora Meyers, Deadspin, Jan. 4, 2018 ( Read more... )

The last few days have come draped in fog. A month or two ago-time has collapsed for me over the past year, stretched and folded in on itself so that what happened a week ago seems as though it were a lifetime back-there was one day, a weekend day perhaps, where all of New Haven was wreathed in gauze. Steam rose from the snowbanks alongside the ( Read more... )

The morning of the 4th, I had 23 pages of this script. Written over the course of three days ( Read more... )

-- Her Eyes Were Watching the Stars: How Missy Elliott Became an Icon - Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah, Elle, May 15, 2017 ( Read more... )

I should be in bed right now ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I did not find Joyce Carol Oates.

It was one of the day's storylines that I find her at the Brooklyn Book Festival and tell her about that time in the fall of 2015 when I attended solely as a fan and spotted what I thought was her doppelgänger dutifully underlining a copy of Phil Klay's Redeployment on the steps outside the Brooklyn ( Read more... )

I've met, once again, one of those pieces of writing, the working on of which seems to have sprouted no small amount of craft-epiphanies. There are things I'm doing--things I get to do--here that I've never done before, ways of writing, ways of saying things, all of it new in the sense, but familiar in another ( Read more... )

A four-part documentary on Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine infected me with industriousness so that I packed nearly all of what I needed to pack over the course of 2 or so hours afterwards. Of course the heaviest bits are those containers housing my mobile library. Or, rather, the library I seem to have built over the course of my year here. And it really ( Read more... )

When I went to purchase my ticket for Girls Trip, the two women behind the ticket desk suddenly couldn't stop talking over each other, voices elevated in surprise that this young, bearded black man in a hoodie and a black 'Halal Guys' hat was going to see a movie about four women reconnecting on a raunchy weekend in New Orleans, catching up and ( Read more... )

In one week, I wrote 83 pages of prose.