I’m a big sports fan, and a big home-town fan. A backer. This isn’t surprising because sports fandom is, in a way, hometown fandom. It’s not that there aren’t people who support teams from places other than their own town (weirdos) but I would guess a majority of sports fans Read more…
Yup, I’m doing “National Novel Writing Month”. This month, I’m going to work on “Galactic Hellcats,” a tale of adventure and girl gangs in space. With space motorcycles. Shhh. I started “Galactic Hellcats” a while ago, as a short story called “The Origins of the Stardust Gang.” I have about Read more…
I used to think that writing would be like being an acrobat… performing breathless feats, leaving my audience stunned on the ground. Sure, there would be practice, grueling hours of it (didn’t we have “writing exercises” in school?) but that wouldn’t be the real work. I would practice and practice Read more…
I had attempted to write this novel before. First as a short story of about 10,000 words. When my writing workshop all said “this should be a novel,” I expanded it to about 28,000 words without adding any plot. My goal for National Novel Writing Month was to finish a Read more…
Grace and I had bunk beds. They were bought second-hand. I’m not sure if it was a garage sale or an ad in the paper. I have a vague memory of visiting a stranger’s house with my dad. The house was white painted wood and tall and right up on Read more…
I haven’t updated this blog in a long time. I’m super depressed and have the creativity of a flea. A very boring flea. So… have a monster.
Back in high school, a teacher pulled me aside to ask me if I was gay. It was English class. We’d been asked to write paragraphs about our ideal crush. She probably thought she was cleverly engaging us to get us to use adjectives. I said I liked men’s legs, particularly Read more…