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I stopped the frantic cleaning of my apartment to write this, so hopefully it will be brief. I was scrubbing the bathroom when the thought, “Why do we even need National Coming Out Day in the first place?” struck me. Why can’t people be open about who they love, and why do they feel the need to hide such things? Love is a beautiful thing! [...]

Dave was kind enough to let me have an unused cork board of his, but this was back in March when it was still really cold outside. I think it had even rained that day. A chilly rain. And I couldn’t find where we were supposed to meet. Anyhow, that day I didn’t have any nails to hang it up, and I kept forgetting to [...]

I met up with Mary after work at Uptown Cafe for a creative sort of evening. I brought paper and scissors and glue. Notebooks. Pens. We wrote and talked, doing what we could to make the things we needed. We need the drive, the urge, a push from all directions to make things happen. Spur creativity. At the end of 2009 I had lost the [...]

This morning I spent a couple hours fine-tuning edits for “Will,” which included completely axing 2,000 or so words. I like to be concise; I like leaving things up to the reader. Not everything, but a lot of things. Next comes all the smoothing, tying the loose ends and making sure it works the way it should. “Will” is a machine. It needs to work. [...]

When I have something to think about, something scary or difficult, I want to make things. And the things I want to make usually fall into the vein of visual art or strange music. I write, yes—I’ve been journaling in a paper journal perhaps a bit too much lately—but it’s only during these times when buried pieces of creativity surface. When I am distressed, I [...]