Finishing
I used to never finish a draft of anything. Or a sewing project. Or a crochet project. Or a poem. I was a queen UNfinisher. At the Game Devs meet up the other night, during a discussion on unfinished projects, Read more…
I used to never finish a draft of anything. Or a sewing project. Or a crochet project. Or a poem. I was a queen UNfinisher. At the Game Devs meet up the other night, during a discussion on unfinished projects, Read more…
When we talk about ourselves, and other real people, we can agree that who a person is, the content of their character, is more important than what they are. Who > What So why is it, when we talk about our Read more…
I’ve never been very athletic. I’ve never liked sweating or losing my breath. In high school, though, I discovered an exercise that counted as exercise and didn’t suck: lifting weights. I was particularly fond of curls. I could sit Read more…
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 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.
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 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 Read more…