manuscript

The End, The Beginning

It’s midnight or so, just after last week’s fireworks, and I’m on the roof deck with my brother, The European and my friend Casey, who I met when we interned together at a Quaker magazine. “How long has it been since you’ve talked to your agent?” Casey asks. And I have to think about it.…

block

The Girl Who Couldn’t Finish

So remember how I started writing a novel a while back? Well, I have a problem. And, as I’m probably the first and only writer in the history of the world to ever have this problem, I am going to whine about it and blog about it and make a general nuisance of myself until…

sticky tabs

I Could Write Today If…

Sticky tabs. I could write today if I had the right sticky tabs. But mine are too small. Too big. Not the right colors. Index cards. I could write today if I had proper index cards. How can I come up with a decent plot without index cards? Sticky-backed index cards. I could write today…

Franzia-Red-Sangria-Box_3

Lucky #14

I was in the car with TWD when I got the call.  It wasn’t a call actually—it was an email—but “call” sounds way more dramatic, don’t you think? At any rate, I lost it.  TWD was telling me a story about one of his co-workers and I completely zoned out.  “I need to call my…

zumba shirt

Speaking of Nonsense…

Well, since there hasn’t been any major wailing or gnashing of teeth since Friday’s post, I think it’s safe to say that a brief hiatus is in order.  Thank you to everyone who posted comments or messaged me privately, and thanks to everyone for understanding. I’m going to attempt to continue posting on a weekly…

chocolate covered strawberry

No More Beach Balls

So I’m in Target, perusing the Dollar Deals section in the front of the store for preschool-friendly goodies as I always do when it hits me: I have no need for foam super hero stickers or glow in the dark bracelets anymore.  I don’t need play dough, magic wands or butterfly wings this year. Why?…

One Outta Six Ain’t Bad…

Does this look familiar? No?  Well, these were the rules that I attempted to follow over the course of my Great Date Experiment, as explained in my latest for Skirt! magazine. Too bad I submitted the piece several months ago (before I realized that writing about Date #7 probably isn’t the best way to go…

Just Another (Writing) Wednesday

6:30am Sh*t! I’ve overslept!  I’ve got classes to teach! 6:35am Right.  It’s summer vacation.  Back to sleep… 7:00am I really wish Date #7 was here right now. 7:05am I really, really wish Date #7 was here right now. 7:06am I wonder if he’s gotten my letter yet? 7:07am Of course not.  He’s still on vacation. …