Truth be told, I’ve been depressed. Just a smidge. I’ve got that dull film over my eyes that makes everything seem soggier and uglier than usual—nothing to cause alarm, nothing to write home about. Still, I’m not in the mood to skip down the street or anything. I remember I’m maybe-depressed when I have nothingContinue reading “Distract Me”
Monthly Archives: December 2007
This Year’s Recycled Wisdom: Writing Is Hard
It’s so close to the end of the year, I can reach out and touch it. I feel like I should update my About Me—there’s something a little giddy about that list, blasé, that doesn’t feel like me any longer as I peer ahead into 2008. Also it’s out-of-date. A decision to rewrite a certainContinue reading “This Year’s Recycled Wisdom: Writing Is Hard”
When You Really, Really Want It
Early this morning I went out into the freezing rain and slush to go write. My street hadn’t been shoveled and I have no winter boots. It took forever to make it around the corner, slipping and sliding and trying to keep a hold of the umbrella in the wind. I held the umbrella inContinue reading “When You Really, Really Want It”
Vent
vent /vɛnt/ (noun) 1. an opening, as in a wall, serving as an outlet for air, smoke, fumes, or the like. 2. an opening at the earth’s surface from which volcanic material, as lava, steam, or gas, is emitted. 3. Zoology. the anal or excretory opening of animals, esp. of those below mammals, as birdsContinue reading “Vent”
About My Lack of People Skills and My Propensity to Lose Gloves
I lost my gloves Friday. They were a mismatched pair, gone from my pockets somewhere near Rockefeller Center. One was from this pair, one from another pair entirely. I think it was while at lunch with two people I used to work with—I felt uncomfortable with myself, and this was before I lost the gloves.Continue reading “About My Lack of People Skills and My Propensity to Lose Gloves”
Now You Know My Secret Plan
Actually, I don’t have a secret plan, or a public plan, or any kind of set “plan,” not really. BlogLily wants to see plans, how we sketch our way to a destination, as she put it. What I have is a lot of hope, and a lot of skepticism, a day full of blinding optimismContinue reading “Now You Know My Secret Plan”
Appointment
One perk to living in New York City that I’ve just learned about is if a New York agent likes a story you published in a journal and contacts you to see if you’re represented and you say no and then she wants to see more work and you send in more stories and anContinue reading “Appointment”
PSA from My Mother
This blog, in a desperate attempt to be more positive, should feature more voicemails from my mother. She has an extremely important job of helping people in trouble and in desperate situations fix their lives; I won’t go into detail except to say I am in awe of what she does each day, at howContinue reading “PSA from My Mother”
