Instead of, say, writing, I’m devoting all my time to eating pumpkin spice products. I thought I should share my wisdom with the internet. (That, and some friends have asked me to ‘report back’.) Round One: VS. BEGIN! I opened Read more…
When I was a kid, I would make a list of my homework assignments every day and bring the appropriate books home from school. And there they would stay until I picked them up on my way out the door Read more…
“You aren’t bleeding in this,” my Clarion instructor said, holding up his print-out of my story. “I want to see you write something close to the bone, something that bleeds.” After I finished crying inside because I was a failure, Read more…
Subheading: Look at me look at me look at me Is being a writer about craving attention? All my life I’ve yearned after the spotlight. Maybe because I was born there. I’m a twin. As a kid, this was AWESOME. Read more…
It was the last week of Clarion. My sixth story was critiqued on Monday, and I was startled, like coming out of a long sleep, to find I did not need to scramble to write another story by NEXT Monday. Read more…
Despite my frailty, which has included an inability to stand upright for more than 15 minutes, I went to the Cleveland Inkubator today at the main branch of the Cleveland Public Library. This is billed as an “UNconference” a free Read more…