Sometimes it doesn’t make sense. You did everything right: went to college, earned good grades, published short stories. You finished grad school with a full-length manuscript, even scored some artist residencies. Your list of professional references is growing, an excellent sign. The right people are endorsing your work. It appears

“Living at home is such a drag. Now, your Mama threw away Your best porno mag.” – Fight for Your Right by the Beastie Boys Once upon a time, living at home was an unfortunate situation which only losers, failures, and the mentally unstable would have to endure. See, moving

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Don’t you wish that you could meet the person(s) responsible for the existence of money just so you could strangle them?  Wouldn’t life be much more stress-free? Sure, bartering would be an equal pain in the ass, but you’d still be living for yourself, instead of somebody else. I understand