The technology might not be there yet. No kind of AI can write a whole book, not one that makes a lot of sense anyway, but it’s getting there. Leanne Leeds, a writer interviewed by a recent Verge article self-publishes a book every few weeks. Before, she...
In real life, the grand chain of events goes more or less like this: And then, and then, and then. Though our experience of time is linear, the story of our life tends to be anything but. It is, instead, made up of lots of unrelated points. In storytelling, on the...
Cancer is no flu. It can kill you. No matter how obvious that sounds, the moment it becomes about you or someone dear to you, the trivial truth becomes taboo. Why though? There’s nothing unnatural or inherently evil about cancer and death. Yes, it tends to derail your...
I realize that some of my essays have gotten pretty grim as of late. My parents, who occasionally read my blog, are probably terrified to see me exploring such difficult themes. But what—as I increasingly find myself asking—am I supposed to write about, if not cancer...
The last few weeks of November have left me humbled. For the whole of October, I would get up at five, list the things I wanted to do that day, and get on with it; write my novel, run my business, organize weekly writing meetups, and care for my wife, who was then...
So, my life has been a bit much lately. Between changing careers, moving to Berlin right before the pandemic, not knowing anyone here, and my wife’s cancer returning just in time for the second wave, there haven’t been many opportunities to live a good life. But the...
