Back in the mid ’90s, a decade that now brings to mind the strange odors of hair gel (Jason Priestly, people!) and cigarettes (I used to smoke a lot) and overripe mulberries (a messy tree outside my home office), I used to write this really silly column for my college newspaper called “The Last Word,”…… Continue reading Plant
With apologies to Colbert, I ask: April: Cruel month or cruellest month? I wonder if ol’ T.S. ever saw himself a tornado. My first Spring in the South, I sat hunched in front of the television, rocking myself as the violent red cartoon funnels marched across the screen and the newscasters called out the names…… Continue reading Tornadic
Hey Short Story: (I’d address you as “Dear” but “Hey” apparently is the American greeting of choice these days. You know, it’s sort of like, what-evs.) This kind of comes out of the blue, I know. You might have wondered where I ran off to (although, maybe not, since you’re inanimate and all). Anyhoo, after…… Continue reading A love letter to the short story
Well, hey there 2011. Look at you, 2000s — you’re a tween now! Let’s keep the raging hormones down to a dull roar, shall we? No Bieber Fever. Seriously. It’s my first post of 2011, all the way here mid-February. I’m feeling rather grand in my slow-pokedness, thank you very much. Every day I come…… Continue reading Mile markers
I’ve been chewing on a new story idea for awhile. For me, this process means that the cottony bits of images that are floating around in my consciousness start to nag at me. At this point, the images are random, completely unconnected. For example, I have a strong image from my walks to school earlier…… Continue reading The early triggers
Oh, little blog. I haven’t forgotten you. Well, actually, I did, in that forgetting way that’s not really forgetting. You’re like that weird skin tag on my elbow about which I keep thinking, Yeah, I should get that checked. No offense. Truth is, I’d much rather be jotting down rambly bits about writing. It’s November,…… Continue reading Ahem.
During my first year of full-time teaching, my fiction writing of course took a hit. In those last days of spring semester, I was barely holding on, slogging with clumsy feet, clawing at my throat with an eye on the glimmer in the distant sand: summer writing time. It’s a strange thing, though, to have…… Continue reading The X of Y, or something
Today, I’m jotting down what I’ve read thus far in 2010 as we careen right over the hump into the second half of it. I’m not going to annotate for now, just list; perhaps I’ll come back later and amplify thoughts on individual pieces. I read a lot to prepare for teaching, but I’ve been…… Continue reading Face in books