Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word The Loft. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
Last week I had my first workshop in Short Short Fiction. For as much as I’m struggling with this class, it went really, really well. I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’m struggling because I’m still not sure about what makes something a short short story (aside from length). [...]
Every time I take a Loft class that isn’t taught by Dale or Vodo I worry. I like Dale and Vodo. I know what to expect from their classes. Even if the class is full of big, dull duds, I can count on Dale and Vodo to be funny and make the two hours worth [...]
The latest affectation I am trying to adopt is that of avid note taker. I even bought new Field Notes notebooks just for this effort (and you can just hush it about that stack of six Moleskines in that bookcase over there. I had to buy those, they were $5 a piece. Five-dollar Moleskines! I [...]
Have I mentioned lately that I’m in love with my Loft class this fall? Love. I can’t even remember the last time I had a class that I enjoyed this much. It might have been the class with The Grad and the Hottie, and I can’t even remember when that was. It was a long [...]
My new writing class is full of mouthy spitfires. If I only I could tongue kiss each of them, because I love mouthy spitfires (though of a few of them are interrupters which makes me want to elbow them in the ribs). Witness this exchange during a rather passionate discussion of Sarah Cole: A Type [...]
My writing class ended with a whimper last night. It was the first class I’ve taken since 2003 that didn’t involve at least one post-class, trip to Grumpy’s featuring tator tots and beer and book talk. I am tres disappointed. Boo! The Tibbles are outside playing four square with Jaycie & Man. There are some [...]
Tonight was my last night of writing class. I am not there. I am home. The fact that I am home seems a small wonder in and of itself. I left The Nerdery at 4:55 and pulled into my garage at 7:41. Usually it takes me 20 minutes to get home, 30 minutes on a [...]
I cried at a poetry reading tonight. I cried. At a poetry reading. It bears repeating because, seriously who actually cries at a poetry reading? I don’t even like poetry, really. It’s anarchy and chaos makes me nervous. I don’t read poetry very often. I read it a lot in college when I used to [...]
Last night’s workshop has left me so befuddled that I don’t even know how to begin to explain what in the hell happened. I’ve started writing about it about four times and have deleted each attempt about three sentences in. It’s tough. Trying to find the line between honest and diplomatic tends to be a [...]
I can’t remember if it was Peabo or FFJ who said it, but while discussing Project Runway and my love of Christian one of them called him “The Gay Vodo.” So as I’m sitting in class Thursday night, staring across the table at Vodo all I could think was “gay vodo gay vodo gay vodo.” [...]
So my Advanced Fiction class ended with a whimper which is suitable considering it will not go down in history as one of my favorite Lost classes ever. In fact it might go down in history as one of my unfavorite Loft classes ever. Which sucks, because Dale is a kickass teacher and he deserves [...]
Life is full of mystery, I guess. A few weeks ago before the funk that ate Manhattan descended on the Sister Club, Sister #2 was yabbering on and on about what a great week I was having. I got a big, fat raise and my world-famous turkey chili won the annual Hell, Inc. Chili Cookoff [...]
i’ve never been very good at impulse control (as you can see by the post below) (or, you could tell that by the new digital camera, laptop, new new laptop bag that i got today, and the unimpressive number of one-night stands i have notched into ye olde bedpost). and last night was a test [...]
so salinger turned in another stunning performance in class on thursday. the woman henceforth known as Hipster Mom, turned in a really beautiful story. it was about a teacher who was dealing with the possibility that the child she was carrying could have Cystic Fibrosis, a disease that had killed her brother. in the story [...]
i did the wake up at 8:05 and arrive at work by 9:15 thing this morning. i was up entirely too late gabbing with darlingjason. you should all be really quite proud of my self-restraint, i know i am. sometimes i amaze myself. next time won’t be so easy. so class starts today and i’m [...]
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