Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 7, 2022
• At what age should we become afraid of going to bed and then just never ever waking up?
• You know how your voice sounds different in recording playbacks than it sounds to you in your head? Well, editing a novel you wrote a decade ago is kinda like that. “This is what I sound like? Ugh. Kill me.”
• With all the conspiracy theories the Far Right has spewed about the Jewish people, you’d think they’d be more excited that “the gestapo” is running the FBI now. Idiots.
• Publishing your novel is a lot like seeing a band in concert you’ve seen a dozen times when you’re in your forties. It’s enjoyable but you’re really looking forward to it being over so you can get to bed and just enjoy the memory.
• Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman/Gene Takovic could well be art’s most tragic character.
• My backyard is home to very depressed worms. I keep finding sun-dried worm corpses on my walkway. And not even after a hard rain—as they might be flooded to the topsoil. It’s like they just have had enough of being a worm living underground and wriggle to the surface for that long-elusive moment of warmth before being cooked to death.
