Every year, I like to wish my friends and family a happy THanksgiving. I’ll send them a photo of Tom Hanks and tell them the Hanks vehicle I’m most hankful for. (It’s often Bosom Buddies.) Sometimes I’ll switch it up a little and make it a CHanksgiving, and send a photo of Colin. So far, my favorite vehicle is Season 1 of Fargo. Maybe that will change someday. Honestly, I’m glad Chet is still going by Chet Haze, as far as I know. The guy amuses me, but I’m not hankful for his appearance on Atlanta. (That first Ziwe interview of his is a pure scream, though.) And now the holiday has come and gone—along with my forty-fifth birthday.
Read MoreEver since Sheree invited me to do this work during a breakfast phone call on our final day at Under the Volcano, the development has felt surreal and unexpected. Now that my first column is in, at a whopping 1,500 words, I still feel that way. I still don’t consider myself particularly qualified to give writing or career advice but looking around at the changed circumstances of my life, I can’t help thinking how many of the good things happening for me are the result of a baseline refusal to stop writing and submitting.
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