letters from hill house
Last month I mentioned I've been illustrating issues of Letters from Hill House recently. I've been tinkering with the medium, the level of detail, how casual or intentional it all feels. Was really pleased with the latest one. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy doodling with pencils. I'm giving some
I didn't much feel like writing my newsletter this week, so I, uh, drew it instead. You can read the whole thing here. Not sure if I'll do this again, but it was pretty fun.
I wrote my very first novel just after high school. As with most first novels—particularly first novels written by someone hardly more than a teenager—it struggles mightily to be good. Oh, young me wanted so badly to be a writer. That eagerness regularly collided with my inexperience, not
Felicia shared this video with me recently, and I've probably rewatched now a half dozen times. I really can't get enough of listening to artists talk frankly about their work, their process, their self-doubt. Bowie's first note here is about not "playing to the gallery": > But never work for other
In 2020, Ethan Hawke gave a remote TED Talk on the subject of creativity and permission, and I liked a lot of what he had to say here: About defining "good": > I think that most of us really want to offer the world something of quality, something that the world
I've just spent the weekend putting miles on my keyboard. My hands don't hurt, but they've gotten clumsy. More and more words came out with transposed letters. My word count plummeted. I developed a headache from all of the screen-staring. There haven't been many happy writing stretches in the last