That’s How A Scary Story

Everything Is A Self-portrait. Everything Is A Diary.

With My Eyes Closed, I Ask If She Knows How This Will All Turn Out. "long-term Or Short-term?" She Asks. Both. "long-term," She Says, "we're All Going To Die. Then Our Bodies Will Rot. No Surprise There. Short-term, We're Going To Live Happily Ever After." Really? "really," She Says. "so Don't Sweat It.

I Remember Selling My First Short Story And Thinking, Oh My God, I Sold Something For Fifty Dollars! That Gives Me The Authority To Say I'm A Writer And To Actually Write More Things! It Legitimized The Activity.

No Fear. No Distractions. The Ability To Let That Which Does Not Matter Truly Slide.

Generations Have Been Working In Jobs They Hate, Just So They Can Buy What They Don't Really Need.