“Am I a good writer?” I ask my husband, for the eightieth time today. “Yes,” he says, “Reasie sells lots of stories.” “But,” I say, “the editor at [magazine that just gave me a rejection] doesn’t think I’m a good writer.” “Silly sweetie,” Brian says, “Lots of editors love Reasie!” Read more…
Why do we spend so much time speculating about who would win in a fight? Mostly it’s a cherished pastime of super hero fandom, but I’ve seen “Who would win?” arguments pitching Samurai vs. Knights, Caesar Vs. Napoleon, Mr. Darcy Vs. Heathcliff (okay I never saw that one but c’mon! Read more…
When I saw a tweet that Cat Rambo was opening submissions for an anthology of cautionary tales titled “If This Goes On,” well, I wanted in BAD. It first appears in my writing journal on November 28, 2017: “Send something (Flying Cars?) to “If This Goes On.” My first instinct 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…
I’m about to do something I vowed I would never do: Publish erotica under my legal name. It terrifies me. Now some background. I was pretty young, like ten, when I had this great dream about a handsome prince who was being abused and tortured by his wicked queen mother, Read more…
If you follow me, you’ve probably noticed my Rejectometer. My sister Grace proposed it as a way to get me to shut up about how awful and unpublished I was. “I’ll buy you a present if you reach 100 rejection letters.” So I started counting rejections, and soon enough, I Read more…
There was a time in my life when exercise was called “having fun.” I remember abruptly when it ended. My twin sister and I were chasing each other, laughing, lost in some game, and then we ran to our older sister to see what she was doing. “Gross!” she said. Read more…