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, …
The X of Y, or something
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 …
