Author Archives: robchristopher

Writing, job, all more or less satisfactory. All that’s missing is some mind-blowing sex with someone like Corey Summers … the fantasy of a porn life is pretty shallow and meaningless and yet seductive. All the more so because of … Continue reading →

I have to leave in about 5 minutes in order to interview this guy for work … when I showed up last week he explained that he works the graveyard shift and that 8 am would be the only time … Continue reading →

The novel is going great. I’m pleasantly surprised so far. After my my writing this morning my word count stands at 6,901 words. Almost 20% of the way there … wow. I’m finding that if I write nonstop for 1 … Continue reading →

Well, it’s the last day of October. The month really went by fast this year, that’s for sure. It got cold sooner than any year I can remember. It was beautiful too. The trees really look like living flames out … Continue reading →

Everything’s going fine. Finally getting around to laundry this morning. My work schedule should be all afternoons & evenings so that leaves my mornings free to write, write, write. I’ll probably go out into the field for the first time … Continue reading →

Got a job! Research Interviewer for UIC. I will conduct field interviews with residents of neighborhoods throughout Chicago on various topics, the first study being one on health care. The subjects are compensated for their time (they receive $40 for … Continue reading →

Apparently my entry yesterday caused a great stir. I’d like to point out that mostly I was just venting my frustration in a semi-sarcastic way, i.e. I don’t really believe that there’s a shadowy conspiracy out there (a la Oliver … Continue reading →

I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that it’s been so hard to find a job, especially with all these ‘office’ jobs I’ve been applying for. I keep forgetting that these people I’m applying with, the hiring people, are the same … Continue reading →

This is all so I can talk about (somewhat reluctantly) what I saw last night. Andy was out drinking with some of his friends from work, so I was home alone, waiting for him to come home. I was really … Continue reading →

I wish I felt like writing. There’s nothing much on my mind. I’ve seen some films at the festival, but not as many as I wanted. Everything last night was sold out. Steven and I just hung out at the … Continue reading →