Entries Tagged as 'Writing'
From the Fortress of Solitude
Yesterday in the midst of cleaning the Fortress of Solitude I decided that after nearly fourteen years in hiding that my Sweet Valley High books should come of the dark and take their rightful place on a bookcase. It’s so deliciously nerdy. Every time I catch a glimpse of that shelf out of the corner [...]
Read moreOn making out and Blue Oyster Cult
If we had a nickel for how many times I’ve randomly shouted (both outloud and in my head) “Time to play B sides, time ain’t on my side, time I’ll never know” we could all go out for ice cream on me.
I suppose if you’re gonna have a Blue Oyster Cult song stuck in [...]
Two pages that include Bruce Springsteen
I’ve got two pages filled with 638 words. This is the furthest I’ve ever been on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. Of course it’s 638 pages of stream-of-conscious bullshit involving a bowling alley and Bruce Springsteen, but it’s a start. And like Vodo told me last time I was freaking out, it’ll be something to work [...]
Read moreOn my annoying voice and $3 cupcakes
To the untrained eye it looks like I’m sitting on my ass watching Martha Stewart. I can see how people might leap to this conclusion, after all it is cupcake week. We will, for the time being, ignore the fact that I even know it’s cupcake week means that I need to find more constructive [...]
Read more27 reasons your short story was rejected
27 reasons your short story was rejected. [via]
Read moreA Thursday afternoon riddle
Q. Why did the writer find herself obsessively cleaning her keyboard mere hours before her short story that was not yet complete was due?
A. Wombats!
This is where you crack up to the point of tears at my stress-induced wit.
I’ve read Crime and Punishment too, and I didn’t point out the similarities
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 almost forgot — On my new Loft class
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 [...]
Read moreGuilt
Ten-year-old Princess Jaycie has decided she’s a playwright. She and her BFF Katie are working on a play. Jaycie sends me new versions of it about every other day. Because I’ve been totally OCD about working on my portfolio, I haven’t read any of the versions of the play.
This has displeased the princess. I came [...]
Bring on the 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 [...]
Read moreIf you lived in my head this is what you would hear
Well I married my dreamgirl
I married my dreamgirl
But she didn’t tell me her credit was bad
So now instead of living in a pleasant suburb
We’re living in the basement at her mom and dad’s
No we can’t get a loan for a respectable home
Just because my girl defaulted on some old credit cards
If we had gone to [...]
Notes from a Sunday
I worked on the new look for iwilldare.com until roughly 5 a.m. this morning. I worked on it for so long that I managed to listen to most of an America’s Next Top Model marathon and many many episodes of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. When Go Diego Go came on, I knew it [...]
Read moreA rejection makes it official
Months and months ago Peabo teased me that I couldn’t call myself a writer until I got my first rejection letter from a literary mag that I had submitted a story to. I think I got a brief reprieve after being named a finalist for The Loft’s Mentor Series, but I still had to submit [...]
Read moreThe rock that cannot be contained
I forgot that I already posted today about Guitar Hero, so this is like double-plus bonus points. Actually I intended for the Guitar Hero to go over there —–>
But I was getting so hopped up on the sound of Welcome to the Jungle pouring forth from the conference rooms that I was kind of in [...]
Supergenius and the case of the Anonymous Benefactor
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 [...]
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