Chelsea Margaret

I’m blaming this late update on the loss of my marbles, which was a direct result of the show, my whole fam damnly coming in over the weekend, and lack of sleep. I think those are pretty legitimate reasons.

Slowly, ever so slowly, coming back to reality. I haven’t made art in about a week, and everytime I go to my studio, all I do is clean it, or type. Bang! Bang! Bang! I’m pretty confident my studio-mates are consipiring to kill me, my typewriter, or both. They insist it’s alright, but I worry.

I’ve begun an epic novel. One that blends reality with fiction, so well, that the reader will have trouble deciphering the two. It’s going to be in first person, a false memoir, because I’ve discovered that I can only write effectively from my own point of view.

And that’s all I’m revealing.

Class awaits.