A friend told me the other day that the novel she just finished was not the one she wanted to write. Isn’t that the point? Isn’t that the sound we hear as we tap, or type, or scribble? The sound of our own heartbeat, and maybe we’re panting a little, maybe even sobbing, as the words get away from us yet again, and the story runs away with our soul?
A crappy deal, whichever way you look at it.
Have you seen this Milos Formon Movie, Taking off? This is a clip from it. I’m taking off too. For my first AWP, the launch of my first book, my first reading. See you there. And watch the whole movie. I worked for a while as a blurb writer for a cable station. I had…
So I’m at the supermarket and there’s this mother and two little girls ahead of me in check-out line and mom’s unloading her stuff from the cart. And her two little girls are super cute, one a little older and chubby, maybe eight or nine, and the other maybe six or seven. Both in matching…
Because Charlie Watts. And because it’s Friday, and I crushed, like six deadlines. And because it’s wine time. And because the bodies of those deadlines are a bridge back to the manuscript. What a beautiful buzz to be out of that rut.
Is is just me or does Allen Ginsberg sound suspiciously like Dr Zoidberg? Oh nevermind.
The most important life skill is to learn to be loved. If, like me, life has taught you otherwise, and that you are unlovable, you had better unlearn in three, two, one. We’ll do it together. Now. Today is the day. Whatever it takes. I am with you. Fight Club, Glee Club. I’ll be over…
I woke up late this morning. To bird song. And if you’ve ever woken up to birdsong in Australia, you know that it never fucking stops. It’s not like birdsong in America, which politely diminishes by mid-morning, and by noon is just a distant memory. No, over here, it’s a constant, euphoric shake rattle and…
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