got to love rural geocaching trips. found an old log full of angry wasps, for free. thank’s whoever cached this
In those moments I try and force myself to remember that this is my job. House painters don’t get house painter’s block. Baristas don’t get barista’s block. I think some writers fuck themselves up by thinking of their job as high-minded philosophy for which one requires perfect conditions and a perfect headspace. It’s work. Treat it as work instead of an academic exercise.
everyone knows brad pitts not real in fight club, but did you know neither’s ed norton and it’s one long tortured metaphor for conflicting modes of masculinity? its cool to be a man