Faster than I can knit, anyway. /lolsob I made TWO WHOLE SWEATERS for the Moon Friend. Marvel, if you will, at this stunning crop top and hipsteriffic tiny grandpa: Two adorable sweaters that were too small pretty much the minute they came off the needles. Turns out all those corny “they grow so fast!” exclamations are TRUE. TRUE, people. Before my very eyes, he GROWS. It’s wild. Sweater the first.. Read More
How about that last post, huh? WHAT A DOWNER. I’d sort of resolved to not write another until I had The Answer, the all-encompassing reason behind the wretched experience that was/has been daily life up to, well, still, kinda. Suffice it to say, The Great Answer has yet to reveal itself. But I feel like we’re almost there. The Moon Friend has really exploded on the verbal front lately. And.. Read More
That’s about all I know, really. From January to March, Neimah was working on a play in Baltimore, so for most of two months I was at home solo-parenting the wee Moon Friend. I was tired of course, because it was tiring. Then Neimah came home, the pandemic hit, and my body just gave up on me. Tired unlike anything I’ve ever known. Tired like I’m almost drunk, losing my.. Read More
I’m having a hard day.
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.
In The Court of the Crimson King
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
小怪兽 or, in pursuit of a pseudonym.
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
I am beginning to suspect
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
I’m trying to write a query letter…
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