“Molly makes you feel unplanned, and that’s not a common feeling.” The older I get, the more I feel like not doing drugs puts me in the minority. It’s crazy. Every time I smell pot on the streets or read articles about the high of the moment, another veil gets pulled back. Does everyone do drugs but me? Good lord. And yet, I fully support drugs. People should be allowed to consume whatever they want. It’s interesting, though. The less naive I become, the less I want to partake.
“I ran an extra mile just to find out how it ended.” Great interview with Dan Brown, one of my favorite authors. He seems like a solid role model for young writers. Reads a ton, always researches, loves language, dedicates himself to his craft, works every single day, stays out of the tabloids and creates the right environment for ideas to emerge. Sigh. Plus, he uses his work to take the piss out of religious people. Bonus points for that.
“Everything that’s good about this city
is outside your door.” By the time the weekend comes, I’m pretty worn out. But despite my desire to sleep late and chill at home all day, we usually go out and do stuff. That’s why we moved here, right? We’re not paying insane rent because our apartment is some kind of paradise. It’s the city. It’s the energy. The smorgasbord of opportunity that awaits once we step out the door. But we have to step out the door.
“My yoga is underlining sentences.” A famous line from Joseph Campbell. I’m kind of the same way. I can reconcile almost any activity––cleaning the house, sitting through a boring meeting, reading a crappy magazine––as long as I can take notes. That’s my thing. If I’m writing sentences, I never feel unproductive. It’s how I engage with the world. It’s how I metabolize my life. And it’s how I fill the reservoir to enable the creative process to flow quickly and easily. Every sentence is a blog post, a book or a song lyric waiting to happen.
“Where commitment becomes another risky venture.” Commitment is my thing. Always has been. A serial monogamist, as my friend used to call me. So when I read articles about people who can’t engage that muscle, it always confuses me. When did commitment stop being cool? When did we decide that sticking with something––or someone––wasn’t worth the effort anymore? Of course commitment is risky. That’s the whole point.