Category: NEW YORK
The Work-Work Balance
Every writer’s dream (and yes, I’m talking absolutes here because this is the one absolute that’s universally true, and anyone who disagrees is a fucking liar) is to write whatever they want, when they want, wherever they want.
Hiiiii. It’s time for a life update. Where to even begin? I’ll start with an easy one.
I got a studio
There’s the you you tell yourself you are. Then there’s the you that’s just, well, you. And the me that’s me wanted a writing studio. So, she got one.
Note from 2022 Karen: This post was written 10 years ago and languished in my drafts. Until now. Because I’d scheduled it to post 10 years into the future as I was workshopping it, then forgot about it entirely and posted a different one. I’m leaving it up here anyway because fuck, it already went…
Let’s Take A Walk: SoHo
One of the best things you can do when you feel like you’re in a rut is to take a walk.
Home Is The Place I Live
Anywhere else, putting frames on the wall is ordinary. In New York, it’s a statement.
I, Writer Of No Import With Things To Say, think it’s high time I share my benchmarks for success.
Play Like It’s Your Job Because It Is.
When you’re stuck between whether you should generalize or specialize, just ask Andy Warhol. He’ll know what to do.
The Conversations I Never Have
‘Twas the season indeed. There was tinsel. Presents. The ability to listen to *NSYNC’s Christmas album—arguably their best and most amazing work, ever (I mean, who could forget JC’s “O Holy Night”? Lance’s super deep and perfect “YOU” when he sang “The only gift I wanted was you”? And the sexual undertones and overtones of…
A Day of Me
You know how some people love celebrating their birthdays by doing all the things they like planned by, well, themselves? What a horrible concept.