I don’t know about you, but I feel like October just flew by. How can it be November already?! And yet here we are, Day One of NaNoWriMo, and I am HYPE. It’s fun being in New Zealand on November … Continue reading »NaNo is here! No one panic.
Wednesday night I wrote a poem, and it felt good to do that. Actually picking the germ of something out of my notebook, writing on it, refining it, and coming out of it with an actual thing… As opposed to … Continue reading »On Poems and Patreon
I was chatting with a friend of mine the other day about how our lives are stalled cars on the highway of life. He seemed surprised that I was in the same position. “What do you mean? You go running … Continue reading »Hitting the beats
The NaNoWriMo forums are frequented for two months out of the year. I prefer it like that, actually; like there are two months of Annual Writing Holiday, one month of sharing and preparation and excitement, and the second of panic … Continue reading »Ideas, ideas, ideas
I’ve missed a few posts, and I think it’s time to sit down and take a little time for some housekeeping. October will be a busy month. I have three assignments due, and an exam in early November. It’s also … Continue reading »One day I’ll get it right
All I’ve written this week is a sort of incoherent stream-of-consciousness, influenced by the new Nick Cave album Skeleton Tree and Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley’s new EP. Also influenced by Maus, although I couldn’t tell you how. I’ve started … Continue reading »This and that
I obsess. Not all the time. The obsessions come in waves. Every so often – for days or for weeks – I’ll get really, really into a subject or a fandom to the extent that I spent much of my … Continue reading »Mad Fixation
I have a novel that’s been sitting around a while. One day, I’m going to send it to an agent. I haven’t worked up the nerve just yet. Self-publishing works for a lot of people. There are some successful authors … Continue reading »A blog post in need of an editor
The wine’s been drunk. She’s lifted the bottle more than once to see if there’s another drop she can coax from its neck. Each time is as unsatisfying as the last. “We need some more wine,” she grumbles. “Yeah, well, … Continue reading »PROSE: One Evening
There’s something melancholy about the bus at night. Not at six, when everyone’s making their way home after work. Or even at seven, when the overtime stragglers, worn about the eyes, thinking about dinner, finally start their journeys. Later than … Continue reading »A schooner in a dark sea