This page belongs to a writer/editor with some extra time on his hands.
Yes in deed-y. Our group meets on Monday nights so our dogs can play while we present our work. We’ve met since 1990. Currently we meet at Chelsea’s house, which becomes a character in the FC2 sequel.
Holy crap, I made contact with the all-mighty Palahniuk.
Being the tortured soul-type does have its perks. It makes me complex, enigmatic at times, and lord knows I’ve drawn countless paychecks from the articles and fiction that grow from it… but it gets old VERY quickly. As soon as I get home after a night of drinking, every bit of my depression and neurosis comes out, then I’m forced to pound away at my virus-laden laptop in the hopes of expelling enough shit to fall asleep.
But not tonight.
Thanks to some random emotional miracle, I’m drunk, alone… and HAPPY. Since I have no one that I would want to bother with this type of trivial news, I thought I would send it out into the overemotional society of Tumblr. It fits, right? I hope it does. If not, oh well - that’s just another problem and $600 article I have to calculate taxes for.
Goodnight, my sweet, angsty teenagers. It gets better. Sometimes.