The Novel, by the Water

Seven installments of Stadthunger out now. The story is built from real things—painful memories, collapsed dreams, and that stubborn irrational thing that keeps pushing you back toward love. Sina the runaway, Paula her anchor, and a party photographer the entire world has collectively decided to resent. I hope that bleeds through the page.

A reader named Chris, from Pratschwitz near Dresden—not a place most people could find on a map—sent a photo of the story printed out and read by the lake. That made me genuinely proud. His note: Turned your blog novel into paper form and took it to the lake. Love it. But waiting a week between chapters is brutal—like Ramadan, except what you can’t have isn’t food or water, it’s sex.

Part of me wants the right editor to stumble across this and do something with it—put Sina and Paula and the photographer in front of people who’d never find this journal on their own. A story about longing and sex and sour candy, for everyone. But honestly, I love it how it is right now. One person, a lake, a printout in the sun. Like television in your head. Part eight is coming.