Dreadfully late to be posting this; I’ve been sleeping off the cold from hell. I’ll try to keep this short and sweet so I can get back to work, which I’ve fallen embarrassingly far ...
Late at night, walking down the road past houses that we’re looking to buy (one I like is in Tupelo next door to Molly, but it’s downtown – near Wendy’s – I think of get...
Good question.
High school sucked. I hated, hated it to the point of missing weeks at a time because of panic attacks. I started writing poetry to cope. Bad, sad poetry. I still like some of it, actually, and readi...
Allergies have really been kicking my ass, so I haven’t gotten around to writing that New Orleans post (I know, I know), but I did manage to update my portfolio and get a little reading done. W...
• New Orleans! I spent two days there with my dad last month. Hit up the French Quarter, fell in love, then overheated and almost passed out at Jazz Fest. Big crowds and pot haze don’t agree wi...
We have another sister who’s gone away to get tattooed, or scarification1. Scarred? Scarified? We visit a nice part of some city and somehow I wind up at the wrong house, a large river home on ...
Um, hi. Still alive here, and I feel terrible for letting the site fall so far behind. Bear with me! I hope to get things moving again as soon as this weekend.
Wow, what a climb. I have so much further to go . . . First thing’s first: Whooga is giving away a pair of their super warm, merino fleece-lined Ugg boots. No socks necessary. Simply subscribe ...
It’s that time of year again. I’m not talking about Halloween (which I love, by the way), but NaNoWriMo. This will be my third attempt. The first was in . . . 2005? I can’t remember...
Expect more of these as I rummage through old notebooks. Lots of dreams, notes, quotes, and drafts. You can make out excerpts from one of my stories hastily scribbled on the sheet underneath.
Outside, telling stories and fairy tales when the story of Robin Hood comes up and a couple of child-sized bunnies introduce themselves. A kid runs by screaming that we missed the first bell. Everyon...
You get two versions this week! This story was accepted by Twisted Dreams Magazine after a quick revision at the editor’s request. Though I only expanded the ending by a whole 116 words, I̵...
Red sky at night; the setting harvest moon; heat lightning; the arrival of fall; playing with my dogs’ ears; my mother’s failing attempts to dress our pets in increasingly ridiculous cost...
On an airplane, missed a flight to Paris which [Liz] already boarded. At different points during the dream (mostly in order): I’m being chased and I escape through the doors from one plane to t...
• In honor of National Clown Week (and nobody told me?!), here’s a slideshow of historic clown photos courtesy of Slate. • Check out the smashing new Dr. Sketchy’s site, complete with bra...
From Close Range: Wyoming Stories by Annie Proulx. 55 Miles to the Gas Pump Rancher Croom in handmade boots and filthy hat, that walleyed cattleman, stray hairs like curling fiddle string ends, that ...
• Gala Darling poses in Hopeless Lingerie despite hotel screw-ups, blown circuits, and nerves. And the results are breathtaking! • Design a cover for Borowski’s This Way for the Gas, Ladies and...
This is my attempt at posting a short-short story at least two Fridays out of each month. Not all of them will be mine, not all of them will be new (and on that note, not all of them will be good), b...
It’s no secret that I love sleep. As someone who has suffered from seemingly random bouts of insomnia for sixteen years, I love when I can get some sleep. Just hate the process. I stare at the ...
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