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 [...]

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 [...]

The Evil Munchkin approached my desk. “You never responded to my e-mail.” (evidence that I am nearly the worst e-mail responder of all time)
“I’m sorry, I can’t talk about NaNoWriMo,” I said. “It pisses me off.”
“What? Are you offended that I’m doing it?”
“No,” I said, all weary. “I just think it’s bullshit.”
I then went in [...]

The one good thing about being sick? You can do all those things you really want to do on a Saturday but always feel guilty doing because you should be out there Carpe Dieming the hell out of life.
But when you have a cold you can crawl into bed at 5 p.m. with your [...]

My story “Rocket Science” is being workshopped tonight. This ass I am sitting on right now, it will be handed to me. I deserve it. The story is not good. I think it might be good for about seven pages or so, but then it just becomes a train wreck filled with half-ideas and no [...]

I saw the ruins of Dan Patch Lanes for the first time this weekend. It was not easy. Even harder still is having to dive back into the bowling alley stories so soon after viewing the wreckage. Reading though a rather crappy story I wrote called “Rocket Science” gives me that tight chest, I kind [...]

Most worrisome among these is the fact that the constant lip service to creativity leads to the creation of more and more stuff—art and music and writing and the like—that is actually not very creative, uninteresting, of poor quality, and off-putting to any potential audience. — Michael Fallon, How Creativity is Killing the Culture

Went to class where I was quite happy to see Johnny, the Greek
Went to Grumpy’s with Peabo & Jags where I ate a turkey sandwich, some tater tots and talked about The Sabotage Cafe
Yelled at 8-months-pregnant Al, the cutest girl on earth™, for making us late to her surprise baby shower
Played Guitar Hero with my [...]

Tod Goldberg offers new rules for the writing workshops he teaches. I am thinking of printing it out and handing it out to my classmates.

So I’ve been named a finalist for the HP’s Vox Writing Contest because of a little piece I did about what inspires my writing.

You know what the best part of it is? You can go vote for me to win a big, fat amazon.com gift certificate. And you know what has two thumbs and [...]

I did it.
After years of writing short stories and listening to Peabo tell me I need to submit my work, I’ve done it. I’ve entered my story “Boobs LaRue” in Glimmer Train’s Short Story contest for new writers. I figure I’m about as new as they get.
My stomach hurts. I think this [...]

First of all, and this is really very serious and important, if anyone knows anyone who can get me some tickets (or, realistically A TICKET, because I am not above going alone) to the MGD Craft Series with Paul Westerberg at First Ave, not only will I be your BFF, I will supply you with [...]

First the bad news, I’ve been without cable and internet access since 8 p.m. last night. I’ve called Comcast so often that they are now avoiding my calls. Bastards. Maybe if they didn’t lie to me last night and tell me that everything was okie dokie I wouldn’t find the need to call them incessantly.
We [...]

Tuesday was my last night of poetry class. I cannot say I am sad to see it go. Poetry was tough for me and made me long for the fiction that I love so much. I will miss hanging out Peabo and Polly Pockets, but still at least I won’t have to write any more [...]

Well tonight I found out the results of that which I was too afraid to speak of. I didn’t get in to the The Loft’s Mentor Series. Boo. Poor Polly Pockets (how’s that for alliteration?) gently broke the news to Peabo and I outside of Grumpy’s tonight. I didn’t know who to feel worse for, [...]