Joe Favalaro
@joefavalaro.bsky.social
writer. creative person. canadian.
amateur picturemaker.
rep: maddy weese | bellevue productions.
www.theonlywriterever.com
amateur picturemaker.
rep: maddy weese | bellevue productions.
www.theonlywriterever.com
100 pages in.
On the home stretch
for the new horror spec.
I fuckin’ love writing.
On the home stretch
for the new horror spec.
I fuckin’ love writing.
January 14, 2026 at 6:28 PM
100 pages in.
On the home stretch
for the new horror spec.
I fuckin’ love writing.
On the home stretch
for the new horror spec.
I fuckin’ love writing.
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.
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
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.
I don’t know if this thing is any good
I don’t really care, sometimes you just have to write.
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
Variety should get Alex Garland and Ari Aster into a room for a special edition of Directors on Directors.
Who will we be
when the smoke
finally dissipates
Who will be we
when the first laugh
breaks through
the endless
wailing.
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
Who will we be
when the smoke
finally dissipates
Who will be we
when the first laugh
breaks through
the endless
wailing.
when the smoke
finally dissipates
Who will be we
when the first laugh
breaks through
the endless
wailing.
86 ‘26. Getting ahead of it now.
January 1, 2026 at 3:21 AM
86 ‘26. Getting ahead of it now.
Year end roundup. Some of my favourite books I read this year. Some revisits, some new discoveries:
December 25, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Year end roundup. Some of my favourite books I read this year. Some revisits, some new discoveries:
2025: The Year We Learned
What It Feels Like to Live
Inside An Actively
Rotting Corpse.
What It Feels Like to Live
Inside An Actively
Rotting Corpse.
December 23, 2025 at 4:12 AM
2025: The Year We Learned
What It Feels Like to Live
Inside An Actively
Rotting Corpse.
What It Feels Like to Live
Inside An Actively
Rotting Corpse.
20 pages into the new spec,
on track to finish this shit
by the end of the year.
I fuckin’ love writing.
on track to finish this shit
by the end of the year.
I fuckin’ love writing.
December 18, 2025 at 7:07 PM
20 pages into the new spec,
on track to finish this shit
by the end of the year.
I fuckin’ love writing.
on track to finish this shit
by the end of the year.
I fuckin’ love writing.
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?
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
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?
every single time, I ended up
writing and finishing
a new script.
Will it happen again this year?
It might. Fuck it, right?
I’ve got a bad feeling.
December 17, 2025 at 3:13 AM
I’ve got a bad feeling.
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.
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
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.
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.
I think I chose the wrong decade to quit drinking.
December 6, 2025 at 9:24 PM
I think I chose the wrong decade to quit drinking.
“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
“The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on its shroud.” ― J.G. Ballard, Kingdom Come.
I can’t wait to write tomorrow.
December 3, 2025 at 11:11 PM
I can’t wait to write tomorrow.
depression season.
December 1, 2025 at 6:15 PM
depression season.
The joys and sorrows of creation.
November 27, 2025 at 9:18 PM
The joys and sorrows of creation.
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 buy a book shelf when you can make on yourself? Finally got ‘em all out of storage. Misery Pit (my office) feels complete now.
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
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.
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
Anyone else secretly find it quietly exciting but softly terrifying to be living inside an Adam Curtis documentary?
Ah fuck, I think I might write
another baseball movie.
What is wrong with me.
another baseball movie.
What is wrong with me.
November 15, 2025 at 7:34 PM
Ah fuck, I think I might write
another baseball movie.
What is wrong with me.
another baseball movie.
What is wrong with me.
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
Made a fresh poster for it. #scriptsky #screenwriting
November 14, 2025 at 11:12 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
Made a fresh poster for it. #scriptsky #screenwriting
“And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.” ― Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or.
November 14, 2025 at 10:48 PM
“And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.” ― Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or.
Had to send my camera in for (hopefully) a repair. Big bummer not being able to go out and shoot.
November 14, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Had to send my camera in for (hopefully) a repair. Big bummer not being able to go out and shoot.
Starting to get a corrosive feeling that
my particularly dark flavour of storytelling
is something the world will never want.
How liberating.
my particularly dark flavour of storytelling
is something the world will never want.
How liberating.
November 13, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Starting to get a corrosive feeling that
my particularly dark flavour of storytelling
is something the world will never want.
How liberating.
my particularly dark flavour of storytelling
is something the world will never want.
How liberating.
maybe we’re all just living
in the carcass of a dream
that died a long time ago.
in the carcass of a dream
that died a long time ago.
November 4, 2025 at 12:50 AM
maybe we’re all just living
in the carcass of a dream
that died a long time ago.
in the carcass of a dream
that died a long time ago.