I’ve been at the AWP conference all day. So many writers. So many choices. Such narrow escalators. Book-fair tables for miles. Only three stalls in each women’s bathroom, talk about lines! Let’s just say it’s been a jam-packed day. The first panel I attended was “Shaping a Short Story Collection”—first thing in the morning, in … Continue reading »
Monthly Archives: January 2008
Three Days Off, Lots to Do
Tomorrow morning I will be getting up early, as usual, taking the F train uptown, as usual, sneak-reading some pages of my book while hanging one-handed on a pole, as usual, getting out at my usual stop, just a few blocks away from the office and… Not going to the office. Instead I’m going to … Continue reading »
Tired. Behind.
…But excited for AWP! I’ll try to be more coherent later. Continue reading »
Website Update
I have a website that is not this blog. It’s called novaren.com and was made for me by my awesome other half (I especially love the pale blue stars in the background). I used to not link to it from here, but I have for many months now, so I suppose it’s no secret. I … Continue reading »
Happiness on the Elevator
Shocker realization of the day while standing in empty elevator: I am not happy. Though who am I to assume I should be happy, to walk around thinking happiness is attainable. What a privileged existence to consider such a thing as mine for the taking. It’s foolish to expect it. Ridiculous. Absurd. The end. Doors … Continue reading »
Now You See Them, Now You Don’t
I’m afraid I might be a lazy writer when it comes to character descriptions. In my own fiction, I usually do the large brushstrokes only: dark hair, dark eyes, the hands in a gesture, the mouth if it matters, just a few telling details are all I need—so I convince myself. Maybe I just don’t … Continue reading »
Confessions of an Eavesdropper
I am the person sitting at the table beside you, listening to you talk. I might be gazing down at my plate or into my steaming cup of mint tea, but really I’m committing your words to memory. In a few moments I’ll find an excuse to look up around the room. My gaze will … Continue reading »
distractions / fiction / novels / short stories / writing
The Writing Meme
I couldn’t help myself. Here’s the meme seen on Charlotte’s Web and Writing Under a Pseudonym: What’s the last thing you wrote? For an assignment: a movie tie-in is keeping me in shape this weekend. Don’t laugh—this thing pays almost twice as much as my raise at work for the entire year, and it will … Continue reading »
Drizzles
Oh I had a tough morning. The morning before the morning—when it matters, when it counts—I did get a decent start on the novel due in March, so that was good. Then I got to work and, I don’t know, the world shifted. No stormclouds, just drizzle I guess. My mood turned all drizzly. I … Continue reading »
Write Away
Famous Writer I Admire So Very Much smiled at me as I came in today. Does this matter? Can’t I write on a day when Famous Writer doesn’t smile at me? Well, of course I can. But sometimes it’s nice to think that I’m here writing, and she’s here writing, and we’re both just, I … Continue reading »
