So I'm reading McSweeney's Mammoth Treasury of Thrilling Tales (edited by Embassy favorite Michael Chabon), and it's just got me itching to write a short story, or finish one I've already started.
At times like these, I'd love to sit up with a glass of whiskey, pounding away at the keyboard and letting the words burst on the screen until dawn, like a Real Writer, possessed by the muse, touched by the Spirit. But then I remember that I have to get up at seven tomorrow for work, and that I love sleep.
I need more hours in the day. Or a less comfortable bed.
