Tag Archives: writing
Pump Me Up
I’m exceedingly excited. The Second Grade Dropout might no longer have a claim to fame. Instead, he might be starting school! Well, not any time soon. Summer’s just beginning. But there’s hope that in August there will be school days … Continue reading
Write More. Fear Less.
When I was in graduate school I had to read a newly published book of criticism and then write a book review. I still remember the book I chose and what I thought: This scholarship is clearly the work of … Continue reading
A Different Take
Last October at the Texas Book Festival I had a booth in a less than appealing location. I’d been offered a spot at the last minute, and my booth–and the three or four booths next to mine–received little traffic. I … Continue reading
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Chickens. Sex.
The school we visited today has chickens. Many of the schools we visit have chickens, because most of the schools we visit seem to be a bit on the fringe. So far the schools we’ve visited have dogs, cats, chickens … Continue reading
Piss and Rules
The demon pissed all over the rough draft for my novel, the one I’m revising because I’m supposed to publish it with all of these cool I’m-going-to-change-the-way-we-read-fiction accoutrements before the end of the year. The draft’s old old old and … Continue reading
Covered
Yesterday morning, just as I was getting nice and thick into revisions on my novel, my husband called. We need to talk about our health plan, he said in a brisk, business-like voice, and I moaned. Now? I said, Because … Continue reading
Stretch
My friend, Nikki, the one who sends me baked goods for no apparent reason, the one who bought me pussy willow lights for my birthday teaches at an elite prep school in Connecticut. By elite, I mean that on Grandparents … Continue reading
Thumbs Up
Sometimes I listen to Pandora when I’m working. But I’ve never really taken the time to do anything other than enter an artist and so I didn’t know I could click a thumbs up button if I liked the song … Continue reading
Story
A few years ago my husband and I went away for the weekend. We don’t often go away for the weekend because The Boy doesn’t like us out of his sight. But this particular time we managed to get away. … Continue reading
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