My weekends are always busy. Usually, I have writing to do and stuff to do around the house. This weekend I was exceptionally busy, but I didn’t get anything written and my kitchen looks like Hiroshima. On Saturday I ran some errands and then headed out to meet Z.A. Maxfield for lunch. Lunch with ZAM is the most fun thing. There is no one else in the world with whom I can eat with my fingers and talk about characters who are gay. ZAM had ribs and I had chicken tenderloins and we both had barbeque sauced fingers as we discussed character angst and the car she bought Mr. ZAM for Father’s...

















