a delicious breakfast of redbull and prozac

i made me a website okay mitchellny.com

there will be a time when american stories begin with "back when i was imprisoned as a child"

"Until Nothing Osmosed Out of Pickles" is going to be in @bloodhoneylit.bsky.social. i feel so punk. 5/14

one thing i really love about being an actuary irl is that other actuaries say stuff like "let me think about it and get back" --- in a world where bullshit reigns supreme. thank you.

"separate the art from the artist" only works in a nightmare where everyone is interchangeable. for now, i want to know who's bleeding, who's laughing.

i've been away, reading joy wiliams and my destruction saw me "dreaming and went back to where it was"

The abstract is what hurts the most because it is unknown. Not palpable. That is what makes it terrifying.

there is an unpleasantness in the intermittent whiplash of wanting everything and nothing always

my tiktok shop purchases include: a scent diffuser i'll never use, 100 tiny duck figurines, and a toe separator. my algorithm definitely knows something about me that i don't

no version of fooling someone into loving you that doesn't end with you loving a fool

all my plants are either thriving to spite me or dying just to prove a point. where are the plants that just do okay?

man, being in your 30s is basically just your knees complaining about your life choices every time you stand up.

"Hello, I love you. This is love." My lyric essay "How I Became a Motel 6" is in Same Faces Collective.

i told myself today i would rest and spend all day playing stardew valley and here i am 2000 words deep drafting a story about a hot hole in the floor. i didn't even know i had that much to say about a hot hole in the floor.

last week I finished a story about a tiny pink man that lives in a bellybutton and I still feel like my work could be weirder

my cat weighs 14 lbs (pushing 15, if we're honest) and lands on my bladder every morning with the precision of a guided missile. she knows what she's doing.

if you have to fool someone into loving you then you have to be content with loving a fool

Nostalgic for someone elses memories

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Fellow writers - what's your go-to? - Duotrope - The Submission Grinder - Chill Subs Reply with your favorite (Double credit for hot takes) If you use more than one, which ones are they and why? #curious #amWriting #writingCommunity #writer #booksky

AMAZING NEWS 🤩Contributor Lia Hagen's WHAT WE BROKE, from our January Issue, is featured in the Memoir Monday Roundup!! Thank you to @memoirland.bsky.social & check out the list: buff.ly/BiEmTuZ Find WHAT WE BROKE here: buff.ly/s9v6HdU

what great artists are so comfy

i won’t make the work palatable, homogenized, or bloodless. i'm not selling milk.

too culturally specific, uncommercial, unrelatable, demanding, too sincere, too uncomfy, but it needs to exist.

all my IG friends are posting 2016 photos rn and as i look through my own, i kinda just want to forget 2016 happened 🥸

He just stood there crooked, naked, and grey. A four-foot stinking horrorshow with his eye-stalk swaying awkwardly, like a pendulum with an ill-fitted counterweight.

The musty Holy Bible in the drawer smells like safety, even when the places it’s meant to sanctify are not. It has pages torn out… But even in places like this, Genesis 1:1 always survives. In the beginning, there was the stickiness of trichome crumbs and ashes tracing a jettison toward bliss.

"I will stay here in my homebase, where my shoes recognize the petrichor. I'll sleep in the foundation of Motel 6." #books 🫣 #lyricessay

i like your mind. hope you make more 🐸

BREAKING: this piece has is now therapist approved. well, at least my therapist says i rendered the narcissistic narrator's pathology well. "He spat those words in anguish as if I had wounded him in some profound way. I did not."

Hurray I drafted 5200 words today. Boo it was technical mind-numbingly mathy actuarial writing.

One of the first things we did when we developed consciousness was find ways to avoid it.

What a year. I met you, loved you, changed with you. Anyway, here are my stats because I want to see yours too (first sub in March): Submissions: 169 Rejections: 81 Withdrawals: 47 Acceptances: 4 Finalist: 1 show me show me show me show me show me #writingcommunity #amwriting #submissions

"why" is insidious and discomposing. it peels skins back, revealing the rot underneath. i'm in love with "why."

"... it was better to be alone than to be stuck with people who were supposed to love you but couldn't" -Moshfegh ouch

One morning I moved a worm from hot pavement into the grass and I’ve been trying to write about it ever since, looking for the poetry in the act. But it’s just been hours on a blank canvas thinking about a fucking worm.

"a teeny little tiny small little asian man", literary fiction novels say.

I don't want to live in a world where most people would rather not know. I live in a world where most people would rather not know.

"Hello, I love you. This is love." Read my lyric essay "How I Became a Motel 6" in Same Faces Collective. A bruisy, raw lyric essay knee-deep in diaspora, violence, and the architectures that mistake endurance for love. Motel 6 is cradle, shelter, and teacher. A boy becomes Motel 6. #love? #story

Check out my flash "Pagurus dara, my Dara" in @bendinggenres.bsky.social A cruel, intensely uncomfy allegory about the violence that wears the skin of ‘care,’ told through the warped, self-justifying lens of a pathological narcissist. Also: a hermit-crab boy. 🧳🦀 #flashfiction #shortstory

Check out Pagurus dara, my Dara in @bendinggenres.bsky.social! Such an honor 🥰 --- A cruel, intensely uncomfy allegory about the violence that wears the skin of ‘care,’ told through the warped, self-justifying lens of a pathological narcissist. Also: a hermit-crab boy. 🧳🦀 #flashfiction

#sapporo #japan #photography

Check out Pagurus dara, my Dara in @bendinggenres.bsky.social! Such an honor 🥰 --- A cruel, intensely uncomfy allegory about the violence that wears the skin of ‘care,’ told through the warped, self-justifying lens of a pathological narcissist. Also: a hermit-crab boy. 🧳🦀 #flashfiction

SO: what are the odds of us even meeting? Me, with my #actuary brain: Well, if you log-transform the odds we may begin to understand it. 🥸

things are picking up - two acceptances on consecutive days from journals i enjoy reading 😭 #writingcommunity

tier tier tier rejections (and a shortlist), but few yeses yet. the work is important but maybe just a bit (too) weird. #WritingCommunity

may we all try to remember when things are sort of okay.

lately I can only write what ruins me a little. digging for the ugly; the stuff that makes it hard to get up for work the next morning.