depression season.

The joys and sorrows of creation.

Why buy a book shelf when you can make on yourself? Finally got ‘em all out of storage. Misery Pit (my office) feels complete now.

Why would I use a hallucinating AI to castrate my imagination and creativity when I can just as easily expand it the natural way — Pharmaceutically induced hallucinations made possible by my trusted friends — DMT, LSD & Mescaline.

Anyone else secretly find it quietly exciting but softly terrifying to be living inside an Adam Curtis documentary?

Ah fuck, I think I might write another baseball movie. What is wrong with me.

New draft of a very exciting rewrite sent off to my manager. Time to burn the old one. Fuck, do I ever love rewriting. Made a fresh poster for it. #scriptsky #screenwriting

“And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.” ― Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or.

Had to send my camera in for (hopefully) a repair. Big bummer not being able to go out and shoot.

Starting to get a corrosive feeling that my particularly dark flavour of storytelling is something the world will never want. How liberating.

maybe we’re all just living in the carcass of a dream that died a long time ago.

Every time I’m compelled to write a script in reaction to the world, I lose my way, because, I firmly believe that the more local I am in my writing, the more universal it becomes. When my vision becomes too wide in scope, it loses its potency. And we can’t be having that in times like these.

I haven’t watched this much baseball since I was 14. We are most certainly in the end times.

Still absolutely firm in my belief that we’d be better off as a species if more people admitted and embraced that we have no fucking clue what we’re doing.

Spec is out in the world. People reading. Everything out of my control. Feels good to let go.

Had a great time chatting ‘bout my path into screenwriting at Hamilton Film Festival with Hamilton Film Board this past weekend. Being on a stage without violently loud amplifiers drowning out my voice was strange but still a good time. #screenwriting

Since I haven't done a #StoryDNA post for a hot minute, I figured in honor of INSATIOUS landing on this year's #DeadList2025, now was as good an excuse as any to get into 🧵 Because you are going to read this and have questions 😅 www.officialstuntlist.com/dead-list-20...

What happens when a 15-foot great white shark ends up in Walden Pond? Read SHARK IN THE POND to find out! Link below. This is the most fun I’ve ever had writing a script. Hope you enjoy! #scriptsky #filmsky #screenwriting

Dead List day is always a good day! Some wild loglines on here to sink your teeth into and, speaking of teeth-- Stoked to have something a little different on the Dead List this time around. My body horror short story, The Thing With Teeth, is available to read! #TheDeadList

Nothing better than getting a great note that makes you abolsutely stoked to rewrite. Chop wood, carry water.

First spec going out on Monday. Simultaneously excited and terrified.

On Saturday, I'm joining a panel at the local film fest to chat about my path into screenwriting and, with every second inching closer to it, my imposter syndrome grows larger and larger teeth.

Nothing like a quiet moment before bed for my brain to give me ideas of absolute nightmare fuel for this new script. May you live in interesting times.

One Battle After Another. What a movie.

Just another casual Sunday, contemplating if I should give up writing. Think I need to disappear for a minute and recalibrate.

Another day, another draft of a short story. Idk, man. Writing, without a plan, for the sake of letting the mind take over narrative control, just feels right. #writing

May you live in interesting times.

The system is eating itself alive.

powder keg.

“No greater desire exists than a wounded person's need for another wound.” ― Georges Bataille, Guilty.

“Good writing can be defined as having something to say and saying it well. When one has nothing to say, one should remain silent. Silence is always beautiful at such times.” — Edward Abbey

Long walk through Toronto today to make some pictures. I can’t believe I caught the first one. What a thrill it is learning and experiencing joy through a new art form.

I can be pretty good at catastrophizing but I hear the sound of a vicious, echoing bell; one that shrieks of a future where Trump decides invading Canada is a good excuse to suspend all elections.

This is where their "AI" stems from, btw. This is their attempt to turn the act of creation into an automated assembly line that punishes a person who does something they can't. They have two goals: to be liked, to be creative. Failing that, they made a blow-up doll to tell them they're good enough.

It’s funny how, before sobriety, when bleak things built up in me, I’d choose self-destruction to escape, but now, it’s all creation and embracing it like some vital, extra limb I tried, for too long, to sever. A poet in no hurry, these days. Some signs of life, recently. #photography #fujifilm

This, but also, go live. Fuck up. Fall in and out of love. Do weird jobs. Go on late night benders you'll regret. Get into danger. Make and break promises. Get angry. Get happy. Get broken. Find your soul. Doesn't matter how many movies you watch, or things you read, if you've got nothing to say.

Well, damn. Speaking of The Black Dog 🐺 #screenwriting

My brother just got a black Cane Corso puppy and, I'm taking pictures now - the great irony being that the script I'm most known for is about a photographer who goes insane when he's attacked and relentlessly pursued by a vicious black dog. Did I preemptively write my own biopic? Time will tell.

I gotta stop reading Kierkegaard after tripping.

Canadians travelling to the US advised to not fucking do that

I think about this Raymond Souster poem at least once a week and every time it curls back out from my subconscious, it makes me shudder.

New camera day. Upgraded to an X-Pro 2 with a Fuji 16mm f2.8. Got the bundle a steal. Very excited to go out and shoot. Coupla' shots from the train home with it. #photography #fujifilm

“You do an awful lot of bad writing in order to do any good writing. Incredibly bad. I think it would be very interesting to make a collection of some of the worst writing by good writers.”―William S. Burroughs

Nothing feels better than when your manager reads a total fuck it script you blitzed through writing and loves it. Can’t wait to dive back in and get it ready to take it out next year.

Picking up a new camera tomorrow. Oh boy, am I excited for this upgrade.

I quit drinking 1702 days ago. Today is day one for cigarettes. I've smoked since I was 12 so this is gonna be interesting.

Byung-Chul Han fucking me up on a Sunday afternoon. Just finished reading The Crisis of Narration. Fascinating, depressing, inspiring.

Stoned by the fire, watching one of my favourite films — Revolutionary Road — and burning evidence of nearly two years of work, the final pass. Rituals, man. We all got ‘em. Summertime never felt so beautifully bitter.

It's kinda wild how being on psychedelics somehow makes more sense than whatever the fuck is happening in the world right now.

Being "done" with a script and getting ready to take it out to hollyweird is simultaneously the best and most terrifying feeling.