I had a decent day yesterday—some might even call it a fine day. A good day? I’ll even say that. But first there was panic. It was early, still dark out, and I was leaving to go write at Starbucks before work when, as usual, I went to reach into the little blue ceramic holderContinue reading “A Good Day?”
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Bad Movie
We saw a terrible movie last night. It was so bad that about 9 minutes in, there were the silent looks between E and me—this is awful, isn’t it? should I be the first one to say it?—and then soon after, and I don’t remember who said it first, we were outright bad-mouthing it, withContinue reading “Bad Movie”
On Ideas, Fragments of Ideas, and the Red Room
In my mind right now is a tiny little thing. It started smaller than a pea, just this miniature glob knocking around up in there, sometimes I’d notice it, but most times I’d just let it be. It’s this idea I have. For the past few days I had a headache, so I couldn’t thinkContinue reading “On Ideas, Fragments of Ideas, and the Red Room”
Distractions from Distractions
The practical thing would be to revise my novel. Or, I have a big project coming up, one I’m working on with another writer, and which I will be focusing on with great intensity the rest of this month. I should be getting a jump on that this morning, instead of residing in my usualContinue reading “Distractions from Distractions”
Not Saturday
Today feels like Saturday. I could’ve sworn it was, when I awoke this morning, when I heard our upstairs neighbor stomping in her heels in her early-morning relay race to find a suitable outfit to wear (the girl wears her heels even to brush her teeth at night; I imagine them to be fuzzy-toed andContinue reading “Not Saturday”
Left to My Own Devices
E has been working on many shoots lately and is out again tonight. All alone with myself I’ve already: Cleaned up half of the living room then collapsed on the couch Made a meal of cheese and crackers, cherry tomatoes, and cereal for dinner Watched back-to-back TV shows on a borrowed DVD instead of writingContinue reading “Left to My Own Devices”
Glug-Glug (That’s the Sound of Me Drowning)
This morning I successfully awoke when the alarm went off, and I successfully stayed awake in the crucial minutes immediately after when I am tempted, oh so tempted, to stumble into the living room and collapse for a quickie morning nap on the couch. I stayed awake, I think because reality was pulling on myContinue reading “Glug-Glug (That’s the Sound of Me Drowning)”
“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.””
Something to Make Me Laugh
I came home to a rejection letter in the mailbox. This one to a short story. Which one, who knows, I haven’t checked yet. Anyway, it’s one of those tiny little slips, like they squeezed as many as they could onto one sheet of paper and cut it up again and again. The standard “ThankContinue reading “Something to Make Me Laugh”
Today
is my birthday. Today is also the day I received (via email, via the account of her assistant) a rejection for my novel from a prominent agent who I had tangled myself up in hope thinking perhaps-maybe-you-never-know-i-could-be-lucky that she might like the thing this time. Email said no: my revisions were not enough. My heartContinue reading “Today”
