General Update

Dear readers, friends, and stalkers:

It’s clear my site has slightly slowed down of late. While I’d like to attribute this to some much longer pieces I’m working on (or what I and the rest of the world call “Real Writing”), or to the fact that as I reach nearly my hundredth short-short story that I’ve run out of insane situations to sadistically put characters, usually representing people I know, into and see how they react; but, truth be told, neither is true. It has far more to do with several moves, both physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional (well, two of those are true) taking place in my life right now.

For one, I’ve moved. No, I haven’t left the city, far from it, for then I’d truly have nothing to write about. I’ve moved to the Bronx: as unapologetically ungentrified a borough as you can find. The stress and logistics involved in this move have greatly effected my output, but, thankfully, the move is now over and complete. As for the Bronx itself, I can’t say much yet having only been here two days, but every time I’ve told anyone I’m moving to the Bronx, the first thing I get is that strange look that says “Oh, god, do you have a gun?“. I don’t. However, as the upper borough is the home of both the Yankees and Ella Fitzgerald, I’m guessing that, as usual, the prejudices of midtowners and Brooklynites are wrong. I’m sure my feelings on the new location, for better or worse, will inhabit these pages in some form in the coming months.

Then there is the other move: My…(dare I say it)…Career. I’ve never really been sure what exactly I want to do with my life, well, let me rephrase that: I want to write, but not sure what I want to get paid to do. The direction I seem to keep getting pointed in involves copywriting and–I’m wincing more than you are–advertising. That being said, as I soon put my 22nd year to bed (post coming soon), I’m delightfully aware of how many options I have and, despite having not a day of formal education beyond high school, how many opportunities I’m allowed to fuck up before I get it right.

Anyway, point is: There’s still a tremendous amount of blood flowing through this site and a thoroughly dedicated writer whose committed to it. Also, if you happen to know anyone looking for a New York copywriter, particularly one who understands how the Internet works, feel free to point them to my site and, if you should ever find yourself in the Bronx without a gun, give me a call.

I look forward to flushing more neurosis and disturbances out onto these pages in the coming months and I truly hope you’re having a wonderful summer!

–Seth