Why journos tend to date other journos
I remember my ex used to play this game: “On a scale of 1 to 100, how much do you love me?” He didn’t realize 85 was really, really good for a Gallup poll.
“I hate writing. I love having written,” is what I keep saying to myself. Maybe repetition will help me believe it. More times than not, in the past month I’ve been shaken awake at 1 a.m. by words desperate to be formed. “Art in your head doesn’t count,” they say before I decide to shut them up and make them not count. My murder weapon of choice for them is...