The Scribble Faster blog was stopped a few years ago, but the projects continue. If you got here from a zine link (either listed in the Scribble Faster zine or referred from another zine), and you'd like to get more issues, you can buy them from

I'm nearly to my first full week in my new city. I still haven't unpacked half my boxes, but the days have been so packed it feels like I've been here for weeks and months. And somehow, even without a job, there is not enough time in the

The Scribble Faster blog, this thing right here, is finally closed down. It started as a diary, became a writing exercise, and eventually was just a drain on my time. There are other projects I want to work on, other things that must be written, and

Erin asked me if he made my head fuzzy and my stomach do flips and I told her no, that was the problem. I liked him fine but didn't feel that way around him, so I was confused about what to do next. It was almost two years ago, and we stood in the

I emailed him and thirty other people at the end of a long, tired summer. "Come to our bout," I said, and thought "Why not?" I wasn't surprised when he didn't show, though I'd thought I might hear from him. You never know. At the afterparty I was