unsticking
Sitting in my car in the grocery store parking lot, flicking purple bangs from my eyes while I eat discounted Easter candy and listen to The Smiths on my car radio. I tap my combat boots with the drums and contemplate the esoteric nature of the holiday and its ancestral paganism as I open another … More Memento Mori
Last time we saw our intrepid hero, she was all swagger and ready to try out a new toy (which is still the best writing tool I’ve ever used, by the way) to write NaNoWriMo. Then, she disappeared. Again. What happened to the girl who wrote 13 novels in a year? Honestly, I wonder that … More On Not Writing and Beyond
Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo. Are you ready? Are you writing? Do you have an outline, an idea, a plan of any kind? No matter what you answer, mine is: Good. You’re already ready to start. I want to reassure you here and now that you have a story in you, you have … More Welcome to Your Punk Rock NaNoWriMo
Sometimes shit happens. Generally, it happens right after a commitment, or a recommitment. Shit likes to hide off to the side, waiting until the right time to strike and derail us. Sometimes, very often, the derailment works. The trick isn’t to power through it, or to stick it out, or to beat ourselves up for … More Sometimes Shit Happens
About an hour from my house, there is a place called the Salt Flats; an expanse of desert in a long flat valley, sparkling white with a thick layer of crystal salt, the ghost of a lake that once covered this valley. If you go there at night, you can see all the stars above, … More Meditations on Change and Hair Dye
Forgive me for rambling, I'm rusty at this. I've been away. Away from the blog, away from home, from myself, even from writing. I needed a vacation. Irowboat's birthday is in April, and we decided to celebrate with a road trip in my new car to California – traveling to San Francisco and down the … More Distance, where I’ve been, and getting personal
Writing practice, March 6, 2013 “Today it smelled like recess. Like the first hope of spring, when the layers of snow peeled back to reveal autumn's debris, the ruined plastic rakes with splintered handles, the tipped buckets half-full of leaves, the inevitable beloved stuffed animal, lost and flattened and mouldering. Like walking to school in … More Winter, Compost, and Writing
I want to be a writer. Specifically, I want to write and publish books. Books about vampires and fairies and an organization I created called the Wish Granter's Union. I want people to read what I write, to be inspired by my characters as I have been by other characters. I want to share what … More Focusing on the Outcome
Time to start again. I believe it is a rule that we are always lost when we begin. I have taken the last twenty days more or less off, a rest from the turbulence of the end of last year and the writing of the last twelve months. Time to recover and to remember how … More The Daunting Rebeginning
We hear about how zombies are over and how fairy tales are in, we hear about agents and we worry about if we can one day sell the thing we have scarcely typed five paragraphs of. We ought never end a sentence with the word of. Or to. Or with. We think we should write … More Month Twelve Reflections: Write What You Write
Concerning History in the Atlantic World, 1680-1740
The long haul of the spectrum
one woman's thoughts about life on the spectrum
Japanese pop culture through a feminist lens
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