Interview time. Christ, I hate how nervous these things make me.

in the age of obscenity, decency becomes a mandatory, revolutionary act.

Quitting Smoking At The End of the World There’s a certain flavour to giving up something that’s been with you for so long.

New piece up on my SubStack.

Quitting Smoking At The End of the World.

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Appreciate that, my dude!

Haven’t had a ”regular job” in nearly 6 years. Went back to school during the pandemic. Mostly scraped by, finding odd jobs here and there. Have zero savings. No future. Unattainable dreams. Ample pessimism.

But I finally landed an interview next week. Back to the food industry I go.

Nice to get some feedback like this. Probably the most high-concept script I’ve written yet. Chop wood, carry water.

stockpiling psychedelics for the end of the world.

Kinda want to take some psychedelics and watch the State of the Union just to see how well my brain handles it.

Poster for a new horror spec.
Second new draft of the year.
I fuckin’ love writing.
Chop wood, carry water.

The US probably needed a win like that before they go to war again for another 20 years.

Kinda want to load one of screenplays into ChatGPT to see if I can get it to kill itself. If you’ve read my work, you know it’s a possibility.

75 pages into the new spec. Man, I fuckin love writing.

A question that’s been circulating around my skull a lot lately has been - “Is it ethical to be alive?” - a strange thing to have running around in one's brain.

Hahaha cheers my dude!

32 years old today.

With time, I bend like a brittle branch.

“The ultimate, hidden truth of the world is that it is something that we make, and could just as easily make differently.“ — David Graeber

Hahaha, appreciate you my dude 🙏

First page of my take on a haunted house story where the real threat isn‘t the home but the realtor selling it.

Logline: “When their breakup forces them to sell their dream home, a dysfunctional young couple suspects their eccentric realtor is concealing a horrifying secret.” #scriptsky

Finished yet another rewatch of The Invisible Man. Holds up every damn time. Such a great movie.

I’d kill to write a script for and work with @conanthecontrarian.bsky.social someday.

Some days, you just want to give up and
let that boulder roll down the hill right over you.

And yet, here I am, pushing that mass up because
I cannot do anything but carry on.

I can’t wait to write tomorrow.

Can’t wait to see this one unleashed into the world. Such a great script, my dude.

When I wrote my first novel, it was dystopian fiction. It wasn’t written well — that of a young, inexperienced writer — but some of the shit I put in that book… I might need to rewrite it and republish it.

It is now abundantly clear that the United States of America no longer yearns to be a shining city upon a hill for the many but more so, an outhouse, gold-plated and haphazardly propped up, by a pile of bloated corpses, for the few.

And we’ve got a first draft.

First new spec in awhile,
first new spec of
the new year.

Feels good to finish something. #scriptsly

100 pages in.
On the home stretch
for the new horror spec.

I fuckin’ love writing.

80 pages into the new spec
I don’t know if this thing is any good
I don’t really care, sometimes you just have to write.

Variety should get Alex Garland and Ari Aster into a room for a special edition of Directors on Directors.

Who will we be
when the smoke
finally dissipates
Who will be we
when the first laugh
breaks through
the endless
wailing.

86 ‘26. Getting ahead of it now.