Or: Why Can’t I Just Marathon Everything? About my senior year of college I realized something about the way I handled projects, school work, sewing, well… everything. I procrastinated until the night before [thing] was due and then pushed through an all-nighter to a shocking, triumphant conclusion. As time went Read more…
How did I go from a person who submits a lot of stories for publication to someone who gets acceptance letters? Did I just… get better? If so, how? And how can I pin the process down in a clear way to serve as advice for others? When I look Read more…
I hear a lot about how it’s important to have an ego in writing. You have to believe you have something worth saying. You need that self-belief to battle the tide of rejection. It’s advice that always made me uncomfortable. I saw a lot of people around me with too Read more…
Class affects so much of life, and it’s galling how it affects how pleasant your work environment can be. I work at a university, so there are minute sub-stratas of classes in the staff. Your class is partially indicated by how much privacy you have. The top tier have large, Read more…
So there I was, in my natural habitat, the dancefloor. I was in my early twenties, getting my groove on, flirting with the boys, attracting a lot of them, keeping them in line, not paying for drinks. Not to brag. Okay, to brag. Then, this girl taps me on the Read more…
In college, I took the advanced poetry class (after the beginning and the intermediary) and on the first day the professor asked, “Who here is a poet?” Two or three hands went up. I didn’t raise mine. In booming outrage, the professor asked me and the other non-hand-raisers, “How can Read more…
When I was young, in my twenties, I walked past a man who had just been shot. It was on Euclid Avenue, an ugly stretch with a brown strip mall of empty store fronts on one side and a gravel parking lot on this side, where the man lay over Read more…