Apparently I’m Funny Now

In grad school I recall being envious of some of the other writers in my workshops—they could be so funny. And funny writing gets an immediate response: you laugh; thus it’s good. My kind of writing doesn’t really make you laugh. Get a little lost, feel a little uncomfortable, say oh that’s pretty, maybe. ButContinue reading “Apparently I’m Funny Now”

Overwhelmed and Under a Ton of Bricks

Last night, I was thinking of all the things I need to do: all the writing projects I want to finish and/or start and/or at least pay a little attention to, but I have this freelance work to keep me busy at the very least through October 15. Not to mention normal life, which sweepsContinue reading “Overwhelmed and Under a Ton of Bricks”

Lost a Week, Should Have Gotten Coffee This Morning, Had a Bad Lunch, Cannot Get a Window Office, Thunderstorm Soon and No Umbrella, Coat Hanger Stuck in the Sink

My litany of complaints for the day is above. I guess the worst is that one of my writing deadlines was pushed up a week, which only means I have to work harder this weekend than expected. The coat hanger? E is dealing with it as we speak. The window office? I didn’t really wantContinue reading “Lost a Week, Should Have Gotten Coffee This Morning, Had a Bad Lunch, Cannot Get a Window Office, Thunderstorm Soon and No Umbrella, Coat Hanger Stuck in the Sink”

“You’re my favorite writer.”

This is what E, my other half, just said to me. He then said: “I can’t wait to read all the books you’ll write. And I get to read them first.” He’s not one for empty compliments. And yes it’s true: everything I write, he reads it first. Being a writer has been the mostContinue reading ““You’re my favorite writer.””