Nothing's Lost Forever.

One Is Told That You're Either A Hot Writer, Or You're Finished And You're Over. But Of Course, The More You Hang Around And The More You Become Aware Not Only Of What "reputation" Is For Other Writers, But Also What Your Own Reputation Is, You Become Aware That It's Much More Complicated Than The Conventional Media Would Have You Believe.

I Don't Feel, Finally, That My Politics Are Entirely Determined By The Fact That I'm A Gay Man.

In This World, There Is A Kind Of Painful Progress. Longing For What We've Left Behind, And Dreaming Ahead.

If You Know That Life Is Basically Going To Be Horrendously Difficult, At Best, And All But Unlivable At Worst, Or Possibly Even Unlivable, Do You Go On? And The Choice To Go On Is The Only Thing That I Think Can Be Called Hope. Because If Hope Isn't Forced To Encounter The Worst Possibility, Then It's A Lie.

I'm In An Odd Place Right Now In New York Where I Routinely Get Trashed By Every Daily Drama Critic And Have A Few Allies Among Weekly/monthly Drama Critics, And You Sort Of Plot These Things Out And Figure It Out. But It's Just What Any Writer Goes Through, Periods Of Favor, Periods Of Disfavor. And The Trick Is Just To Keep Writing And To Not Let An Obsession.