Wednesday

It’s Wednesday. I’ll be chasing the baby around the park in an hour or so, hoping that a couple of hours of running will tire her out enough so she’ll take a nap around two. The big kid will be home at one and already asking what I’m making for dinner despite the fact she […]

Pay to Play

As I’ve been submitting my writing, I’ve been, of course, running into pay to submit journals and magazines. I get why a lot of them do it, you have to keep the lights on, the website functional, and pizza for the grad students every once in awhile. But as much as I understand the reasoning […]

Bitching and Complaining About Writing Life

“Anyone who says they love writing probably sucks at it.” – Bob Odenkirk I’m really not one to complain about writing life. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve done my fair share of it both privately and publicly in more than a few columns for LitReactor. But what do I really have to complain about? […]

#NaNoWriMo

Nope, I’m not participating in #NaNoWriMo. I basically have two reasons why I’m not. It makes writing seem like a chore. (and let’s face it, it can already be a bit of a slog.) First drafts are easy. Over the past couple of years writing full-time, it’s my biggest takeaway: A first draft is the […]

Birthday Poem (Two Days Late)

It’s time to admit that I am Billy Pilgrim. I feel time is everywhere and nowhere at once. There’s only the immersion Of joy And staring pain and fear, eye-to-eye, on A daily basis. And it never goes away, no matter How much L. Ron’s worshipers tell you to confront it And make it disappear […]

First Drafts: Swan Like

Do we ever celebrate the beauty of a woman’sBack? The rounded, powerful curves of the Shoulder blades? The gentle bumps of herSpine, leading to the softness of the waist, Tapering towards the mystery and trueInspiration? It seems like we pay far more Attention to the curve of a woman’s neck.We say they are swan like, […]

First Drafts: Original Thinking

There is no originality, get that through Your head right now. Your thoughts are Not your own and never have been. Your brain’s six billion years in the making. The clump of electrified flesh floating Around in your skull doesn’t remember Those billions of years, but it feels them, All those shallow steps into the […]