Spending some quality time with my travel-buddy/brother, Jason Boggs. Hooray.
I’m not the best at people photography, folks.
Or “Sometimes my little, frozen black heart does things that require being broadcast, especially since I write about ending the world a whole lot”.
A writer, I think, can only be as good as their support system. Like any other art-form, it’s a grueling, time-consuming labor of love, and there are days when I, like many, many others, would be all right with saying “Fuck it, I’m done,” (special apologies to my mother, grandmother, and any other relatives who maintain the belief I don’t use that word and its various conjugations) and closing up the proverbial shop for good. Staring at a blank document, an idea in my mind, and being unable to produce anything of substance is extremely stressful.
Thank god for my iPod in those situations, or I’d probably have gone mad by now. Continue reading