If you know me, you know that I’m not one for spontaneity. Sure, I’ll occasionally write a new project on a whim and end the week with two short film scripts called “Potato” and “Douchecanoe.” But that’s writing. Writing requires no exterior commitment, and at this point in my life it barely requires any other kind of commitment. It is as natural a process to me as pushing the snooze button on a Saturday. “Five more minutes.” “Three more pages.” Etc. Continue reading “Ace and Anxious”