I’m in the midst of my second collaboration with writer Audrey Pomeroy, and I’ve finally got over my writer’s block and wrote the latest chapter. I’m embarrassed that it took me several months to do so. I don’t know what was holding me back; I knew exactly what I wanted to say and do. But I mustered up some motivation to churn out some pages this past weekend, so I’m feeling tremendously proud of myself.

The story–with the working title of “1977″–takes place in NYC during, yes, 1977. Our hero is young, naive dreamer who lands a job as a busboy at a discotheque, where he meets a beautiful, decadent model who drags him into a life of hedonism and overindulgence. And plenty of sex, naturally.

I had a lot of fun writing the last chapter because we’re at the point where the story is getting a bit darker, a bit weirder, a bit more shameful. The kid gloves are coming off, and I’m so excited about it!

–LZ