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Joe Favalaro
@joefavalaro.bsky.social
writer. creative person. canadian.
amateur picturemaker. functioning melancholic.
rep: maddy weese | bellevue productions.
www.theonlywriterever.com
January 24, 2026 at 9:11 PM
When I wrote my first novel, it was dystopian fiction. It wasn’t written well — that of a young, inexperienced writer — but some of the shit I put in that book… I might need to rewrite it and republish it.
January 21, 2026 at 1:49 PM
It is now abundantly clear that the United States of America no longer yearns to be a shining city upon a hill for the many but more so, an outhouse, gold-plated and haphazardly propped up, by a pile of bloated corpses, for the few.
January 20, 2026 at 9:02 PM
And we’ve got a first draft.

First new spec in awhile,
first new spec of
the new year.

Feels good to finish something. #scriptsly
January 15, 2026 at 4:20 PM
100 pages in.
On the home stretch
for the new horror spec.

I fuckin’ love writing.
January 14, 2026 at 6:28 PM
80 pages into the new spec
I don’t know if this thing is any good
I don’t really care, sometimes you just have to write.
January 10, 2026 at 6:05 PM
Variety should get Alex Garland and Ari Aster into a room for a special edition of Directors on Directors.
January 8, 2026 at 4:47 AM
Who will we be
when the smoke
finally dissipates
Who will be we
when the first laugh
breaks through
the endless
wailing.
January 8, 2026 at 3:52 AM
86 ‘26. Getting ahead of it now.
January 1, 2026 at 3:21 AM
Year end roundup. Some of my favourite books I read this year. Some revisits, some new discoveries:
December 25, 2025 at 5:30 PM
2025: The Year We Learned
What It Feels Like to Live
Inside An Actively
Rotting Corpse.
December 23, 2025 at 4:12 AM
20 pages into the new spec,
on track to finish this shit
by the end of the year.

I fuckin’ love writing.
December 18, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Winter turns me into a lunatic because
every single time, I ended up
writing and finishing
a new script.

Will it happen again this year?

It might. Fuck it, right?
December 17, 2025 at 4:54 PM
I’ve got a bad feeling.
December 17, 2025 at 3:13 AM
Rest in peace to the person I used to be.

Five years ago today, I quit drinking.

I didn’t achieve anything professionally this year, but I did accomplish this, and above everything, this is what matters most.

Chop wood, carry water.
December 8, 2025 at 3:48 PM
I think I chose the wrong decade to quit drinking.
December 6, 2025 at 9:24 PM
“The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on its shroud.” ― J.G. Ballard, Kingdom Come.
December 5, 2025 at 10:04 PM
I can’t wait to write tomorrow.
December 3, 2025 at 11:11 PM
depression season.
December 1, 2025 at 6:15 PM
The joys and sorrows of creation.
November 27, 2025 at 9:18 PM
Why buy a book shelf when you can make on yourself? Finally got ‘em all out of storage. Misery Pit (my office) feels complete now.
November 25, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Why would I use a hallucinating AI to castrate my imagination and creativity when I can just as easily expand it the natural way — Pharmaceutically induced hallucinations made possible by my trusted friends — DMT, LSD & Mescaline.
November 21, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Anyone else secretly find it quietly exciting but softly terrifying to be living inside an Adam Curtis documentary?
November 18, 2025 at 2:46 AM
Ah fuck, I think I might write
another baseball movie.

What is wrong with me.
November 15, 2025 at 7:34 PM
New draft of a very exciting rewrite sent off to my manager. Time to burn the old one. Fuck, do I ever love rewriting.

Made a fresh poster for it. #scriptsky #screenwriting
November 14, 2025 at 11:12 PM