I’ve been having a really good time lately, meeting new people, having great, inspiring conversations, carousing around town (well, Brooklyn anyway), and letting my mind entertain thoughts of what’s coming up next. I’m turning 40 in November, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to visit my old best buddy Sunil in Hong Kong. I might be out West for the winter. These plans are life plans, travel plans anyway, but they are not writing plans.
I think about books like I think about people or relationships, and I’m not ready to thrown in yet. I am definitely dodging back and forth between two projects, and I have been for a while. I’m nearly done with my edits for The Middlesteins, though. I’m teasing it out for a few weeks. Nothing else feels as good as that. I’m having a hard time letting go. It’s never been this hard before.
I look forward to having more free time this summer and taking those exquisite blue-skied moments to read, ride my bike, take pictures, and meditate on what I should be concentrating on creatively. I have been thinking very hard lately about living as substantive a life as possible. So when I think about what I want to write next I consider how my output will benefit you as much as it will me.
What can I say that will help?
Oh my god, don’t we all need help?
It’s the one thing I can do in this world to make it better, even if it is only in a small way.
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I love how this piece I wrote for Details.com turned out: How to Hunt for Architectural Salvage with the Designers of Spritzenhaus.
Make sure you post on a regular basis. I’ve got not a single thing better to do.