What do you do when you start hating your job?
When I first started my last job, I was excited. I loved it because I went out into the world and built relationships with people. I connected with them and talked about their goals and the pressures they faced.
Then the job changed. The organization was restructured, and the nature of my duties changed. The job became tedious and mind-numbing. I began to dread going to work. So customarily, I started looking for another job. I thought finding a more exciting job with different duties would help. But the truth is that I made a critical error: defining myself by the occupation I hold. [ Cont'd ] →
It’s been nearly two years since I’ve written anything here. And it took a long subway ride to get me to return. [ Cont'd ] →
I’ve wondered about whether to use the first or the third person voice in my own novel, and I’ve come to conclude that I personally cannot stand to read most first-person novels. More often than not, they’re a break from what John Gardener calls the fictive dream. [ Cont'd ] →
I recently had workshopped a piece that I had intended to be the ending chapter of the first arc in my novel. In it, the protagonist Mark ends up talking to a young fellow just a year or two younger than he is. The character’s name is Giovanni, and he is largely a mouthpiece for Eliot Rodger, may he rest in peace. Giovanni was going to see an escort. When his appointment was canceled, Mark chanced upon the young man and they began to have a conversation. [ Cont'd ] →
There’s quite a hubbub surrounding the game Hatred. Lots of people decry its very existence, complaining that it’ll lead to more violence. Plenty of people don’t like the game, and they don’t think it should’ve been made. But the truth is that Hatred appears to be more honest about violence than most any other video game I’ve ever seen. [ Cont'd ] →