I have a confession to make.

I have always wanted to be a “writer’s writer.” In the way you hear comedians talk about “a comic’s comic”—those few whose stuff is so well-crafted, so smart, that it’s well-liked—but where it really hits, man is with the folks who know how to write a joke, and how to bomb, and the feel of a hot spotlight on their face.

Which is to say that, although I am not writing a novel, I dearly love the challenge of finding those few, perfect words for anything. I enjoy the endless shuffling and re-shuffling of sentences; the editing, re-editing, re-reading and hair pulling and starting all over—because I’m a sick person, I guess, but sick in a way that works well for what we do in the creative fields.

So in honor of that unending passion, here are a few things I’ve written—just for the pure love of the words. Manifestos, headlines, coasters, and other ephemera, shared just because I like how the shapes of the letters came together.

What more could a writer’s writer ask for?