I like writing. A lot. I love the act of making a world out of thin air and weird sounds. I love the telepathy of it. It makes my soul warm. I HATE the business of writing. I hate combing through lists of literary agents who write vague blurbs about what kind of books they’re hoping to represent, searching (fruitlessly, it usually seems) for someone who might, maybe, possibly be.. Read More
This is just to say That I created a new Page It’s called RESOURCES And it’s up there in the menu bar And it has a bunch of things you can download if any of them strike your fancy. That is all.
The keeper of the city keysPuts shutters on the dreamsI wait outside the pilgrim’s doorWith insufficient schemesThe black queen chants the funeral marchThe cracked brass bells will ringTo summon back the fire witchTo the court of the crimson king King Crimson, In The Court of the Crimson King It’s taking too long. Far too long. I’m pacing outside in the long stone hallway, trying not to burn holes in the.. Read More
I started thinking after writing the last post…about That Guy. We’re trying to keep him off the internet as much as is humanly possible in this day and age, at least until he can weigh the consequences for himself and make his own decisions about his online life. So far his face appears in only one Instagram post (by his dad). But he’s alive. And he’s part of our lives… Read More
This whole kid-having thing is no joke, guys. Here we are, almost ten months down the road from the arrival of That Guy, and I’m only just starting to feel like I have the time to, like, do stuff. That isn’t momming or momming-related. It’s a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I love the crap out of That Guy. He is adorable and squishy and endlessly entertaining when he’s not.. Read More
That those women who talk about how AWESOME they felt during their pregnancies? They are lying liars who lie. Or else they don’t remember ANYTHING about their first trimester. I really look forward to remembering what not being nauseated feels like. And to enjoying food. And to returning to my normal level of lethargy instead of “I just walked from one end of the apartment to the other and now.. Read More
It’s not going so well. First off, how do I condense this thing, this world that I’ve built over the past fifteen years, into one sentence? If I could explain it in a sentence, why would I have bothered to write a book? Secondly, I’m supposed to sell it. The whole point of this letter is to engage the curiosity of some unknown literary agent out there and persuade them.. Read More
There’s a thing makers on the internet do when May rolls around. They wear garments that they’ve made themselves and take photos to post on social media every day of the month to celebrate their craft. I’ve tried on occasion to participate, but I’ve decided to jump in with both feet this year: I will post a photo a day on Instagram wearing at least one item of me-made clothing… Read More
Aunts are like tessellations of mothers… women so close to the one you know best, who but for a few decisions here and there might have been mother to you rather than mother-adjacent. Mothers just turned and repositioned in space like interlocking puzzle pieces, corresponding coordinates of life and love, x and y. A special feature of mother-math.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who had thoughts.This was not unusual, for all people have them, and nowadays we’re all almost painfully aware of how common those thoughts are. But in this story, the girl had thoughts and decided to write them down. This time was a magical time, ruled by The Internet, so the girl placed her thoughts there, on a site of her own devising… Read More