Two drafts and a polish. Advice I am trying to take without a fluttery heart. Because guess what? About six weeks ago I finished the first draft of a story…a novel? A something, I guess. It took all the restraint I had not to launch myself back into editing it the
This is probably my last post of 2013…and it’s fitting to wind it down with the yearly book breakdown of all the books I’ve read and logged away in my book journal. Read and recap. Let’s do this, bitches. This year I read 16 books. Last year it was 22. I did not
“Try a glass of bourbon while cleaning the house,” are singer-songwriter Parker Millsap’s wise-words to me about the best way to enjoy his newest album – due out in February 2014. Hell, I’ll take him up on that. Booking a trip to Nashville is how I came to learn about Parker
I wrote a piece I kinda love and I want to share it with you all. It’s called “Win One for the Man, John”. The kind folks at Foundling Review have it featured in their December 2013 issue. Thank you to them for giving it a great home. A small excerpt:
Their name is fun to say: The Doctor T.J Eckleburg Review. A mouthful of literary goodness. And I happen to have a piece in their Eckleburg online section. The piece is called “Good Bones“. And it starts something like this: My sister wears a salami down the front of her pants. She
Connotation-Press treats me kind. This month, I have an interview and a story and two flashes (oh my!). Meg Tuite interviews my crazy. I talk about puking in gutters, my sister stabbing me in the leg with a pen, and kindergarten prostitutes. You can read it here. I
2013 has been the Year of the Concerts. Last Saturday night, my husband and I checked out The Avett Brothers. One of my fave bands thanks to their super awesome beards and long hair, microphone screaming and gorgeous lyrics. But seriously, I have a raging lady boner for all three of
One of my little stories has a cool cover, see? My piece “Apartment Hunting in Three Acts” is now at Little Fiction. Please God. I rest my forehead against the hot dashboard of the old Buick. Please God, brake now. Brake now and plant me through the windshield. Anything to get me out of here.
I can do things by myself, mom! OKAY? GEEZ. But seriously. I can. I have no problem shopping alone. Eating alone. Traveling alone. And bathing alone is definitely non-negotiable. I can even see movies alone. I don’t very often, mostly because I’m lazy and it requires leaving the house and forcing
Grocery store lists. Everyone makes them. When you’re done you crumple and trash. Possibly you eat the evidence. Or maybe you forget it in the cart letting someone else reap the benefit of finding this treasure. I found this beauty in Safeway and promptly snatched it up with glee.