WHEN FRIENDS ASK TO READ the manuscript they’ve been hearing me talk about for so long, I find myself filling with white-hot shame. It’s wonderful they ask, but I’m certain they’re just being polite. “Are you sure?” I respond, implying they should seriously consider this for a few more weeks. But they always say yes. […]
Mile 10
AS I RUN THROUGH THE WOODS in Hell, Michigan, I am conscious of only three things: The horizontal blue ribbons marking the trail, My beautiful, brand-new sparkling engagement ring, And the fact that, aside from my lime-green running shoes, I am completely naked. It is the first time I’ve ever really thanked god that I […]
Transmedia: Who Invited the Lobsters Anyway?
This is a screed (Google it you lazy so and so). This is not a glass half empty, whine from the nether regions. This is a glass done been drained empty by slant drilling moisture pirates manifesto. This is me warming up in the bullpen for a series of missives about missed opportunities and what […]
The Deep End
TUCKED MY HAIR UNDER my daisy-covered swim cap until my scalp stretched so tight my face hurt. Mom said I had to wear a rubber swim cap because girl hair clogged pool drains. In beginner swim class, mostly I held on to the side in the shallow end, kicked and blew bubbles for a pretty […]
Why Comedy Tweets Are Good For Writers
HADN’T REALIZED I’D TWEETED forty or so times about talking to my novel. Sure it’s a far cry from the 935 tweets that make up Small Places (Twitter novel I tweeted between 2008-2010. Read some on The Nervous Breakdown). Me: You like being a second draft? Novel: I don’t feel as crazy-eyed. Now what? Me: […]