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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…

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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…

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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…

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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. …

I’ve Been Blogged!

Whoops!  I got so wrapped in preparing for Date #7’s visit (and trying to pretend that I wasn’t actually doing anything to prepare for it) that I completely forgot to write about my photo shoot with dance photographer Brian Mengini! Photo shoots make for excellent blogging—I mean seriously, what’s more egocentric than an afternoon spent…

The difference between a man and a manuscript…

Very hard.  The answer to yesterday’s question, for those of you still interested, is very hard.  To break through the sarcasm I’ve adopted in order to chronicle this “experiment,” to ignore all of the “empirical data” I’ve collected over the past ten months, to let go of the “perfect” sentence in favor of the imperfections…