Month: July 2006
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In Search of… a Good Hot Pot
We desired Korean food last night. We remembered a place we wanted to try in Nolita and go looking for it long past dinnertime, knowing it will still be open. We wander in its direction, circling the streets, pausing on corners, unable to find it, the name just on the edge of our memory. There […]
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Day 2 (Morning)
I haven’t yet left the apartment to write. Still need to get dressed, pack my bag, find my computer cables and my shoes. I woke with a solid headache that’s now fading away thanks to two green-and-white coated pills. The dream that woke me involved my novel, peripherally. It’s hazy now. In the dream I […]
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After Running to 6th Avenue to Catch the Public Library Before It Closed
I came away with five books. Here are the first sentences of each: My mother was an actress. —Third Girl from the Left, Martha Southgate She ached. —Torch, Cheryl Strayed The light that illuminates the world begins in Los Angeles. —The Diviners, Rick Moody A Parisian hotel room. —Memoirs of a Muse, Lara Vapnyar SWF, […]
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Day 1
About 14 pages of fits and starts and tangents and asides and even a couple almost-scenes of what is shaping up to be a new short story. A burning back. An empty stomach. A deep sense of satisfaction.
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Someone Stole the Fake Me
Before this blog, I had another anonymous blog on Blogger. But it had become tiring, and silly, to pretend not to be me, for what was the point? I figured I might as well use my real name, no matter how fake it sounds. (There are still people who don’t believe Nova is my real […]
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So Quiet
It’s quiet here, at the place where I go to write. The outer room was dark when I came in with my key, and I haven’t seen another person yet. Am I the only one here? People must be away, having escaped the city for better, cooler places this long holiday weekend. Still, I take […]
distraction no.99 