For not-writer stuff
I’m biking home, and I take a wide left, and a woman in a huge SUV shouts out the window to me, “Why didn’t you take the sidewalk?” If this had not been something someone had shouted at me before, maybe I wouldn’t have been so irate. I shouted back, Read more…
We were at Paine’s Falls on a lovely summer day and I met a girl my age. We were instant best friends, splashing around in the shallow water of the river, gathering good skipping stones and flinging them to sink without a single skip. Our parents, and two or three Read more…
I’ve suffered bouts of depression as long as I can remember. I have a vivid memory of being eight years old, crying my eyes out on the upstairs hall carpet, wondering what was wrong with me because I had been feeling sad for days for no reason. I hammered on Read more…
It’s weird yet gratifying how often, as soon as I reveal my age, someone asks with eager excitement, “What’s your skincare routine?” The implication is that I’m doing something which helps me maintain a youthful look, and that this can be passed on. My knee-jerk answer is it can’t. I Read more…
I have 17 blog post drafts, but I don’t feel comfortable posting any of them just now. I’ve been… rather busy. Doing what, you say? Let’s list. I feel simultaneously like I am doing nothing and doing too much. Good news, the test subject thing and the literary review are Read more…
I wrote this blog post shortly after returning from the Clarion Workshop, in August, 2013. A friend is collecting blog posts about Clarion, and that made me seek it out on my old Livejournal. I’m moving it here for her to link, and also to remind myself of that breathless Read more…