Hey here’s a first for me: a good friend of mine convinced me to submit an idea to an anthology. I normally do not submit to “theme” issues or anthologies or any other writing venues in which I am limited to certain subject matter. I don’t write well under that kind of pressure (at least [...]
One of my writing peers in my MFA program once said in workshop, “I try to read those literary journals but I just can’t get into them. Why would I subscribe to one of them? I mean, I know I want to get published in them, but why would I subscribe?”
Ahem. It [...]
my fifteen pound male dog who has shown no previous semblance of desire now masturbates incessantly. it’s like he woke up and said “i want to get off!”
he rolls over on his back and tries to pull my hand towards his “lipstick.” he sidles over my foot and humps my foot. i’m [...]
I am going to play hooky tomorrow. I am sick with exhaustion and stress and I’m not going to class. I have never ditched a class in all my time in my MFA program..but I am doing it.
“How,” said one of my high school classmates, “did YOU get HIM?” She rolled her eyes.
Bitch! I was beginning to regret my decision to go to my high school reunion. Why did I think that things would be different? I was thirty pounds overweight and wearing this weird St. John gold [...]
last weekend, i decided to cut a chapter out of my novel after it succeeded in putting me to sleep 3 times in a row in one afternoon.
just now, i tried to read a short story i wrote that same weekend…and IT is putting me to sleep. oh boy!
there’s just a shitload of ideas around me, and i collect them. don’t have time to write a story about this or that, but i’ll jot the idea down–because who wants to run out of ideas? i write the ideas down on my hand, write them in a little notebook, and i email [...]
I realize that these days most of my posts are centering around my writing. Maybe that’s where my dark thoughts reside. I certainly have a bit of anxiety revolving around my writing, as any good writer does. To be entirely comfortable with writing is an eerie feeling–is it easy because it’s good? Or is it [...]
I have my rituals when I write. A cup of tea or decaf coffee, and a little cookie, pastry, or toast with butter and jam to keep me company. Comfy pants, comfy shirt. No brasierre. Sometimes on chilly days, a blue and green plaid flannel robe that I’ve had for nearly [...]
Oh, but here I am, feeling so sheepish after my last post on the ironically titled “writing friendships.” I feel so slimy talking about “other” people here in unflattering terms–is this what writing in anonymity affords me? Cowardice? I’m disgusted. Bleah.
What will I use this grand old space of writing under [...]
This is not a positive sort of post–my apologies. Most of the time, I feel inspired about my writing and you will see those posts about “believing in yourself.” I like writing those, I like the idea of people reading those. But these past couple of weeks? I’ve been wrapped in [...]
I got workshopped today. It was okay. Kind of what I expected, with some helpful suggestions. And the instructor pointed out one of my horrible writing tics/habits that I have yet to overcome (my tendency to overstate –to which she asked, “I’m taking it that you’re making this a YA (young adult) [...]
