Surges: they come and go, so I take advantage of good writing sessions when they occur. But I struggle most of the time, and these days, I wait for my stories to ripen. They sit in a queue: some collect dust, while others deepen in flavor and emotion.
In graduate school, I explored the underground dance scene and techno in the Bay Area, Los Angeles, and abroad in a manuscript of memoir and literary journalism. And I failed in my attempt. I await the day I can dive in and revisit with more perspective or — even better — fuse my love for this subculture and music with my evolving ideas on technology and the augmented self. (And there are connections between them!)