Need a cure for long, hard winter nights?
An old friend of mine from high school is moving to New York and he recently asked me for any advice I had about making the transition. As I am nothing if not lazy, I decided to copy and paste most of what I wrote to him here in honor of my Manhatta-versary.
“So it has come to this,” he thinks, crouching half-naked in the center of his kitchen floor, clutching the handle of a wooden spoon. He likes the way it sounds […]
A brief little essay on how nine months of improv training has changed my approach to writing.