February 2012
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Some Days
Some days can be really great in an exhausting way. Like you’re not used to good things happening without bad things in between. Some days your story is workshopped and you feel overwhelmingly happy afterwards; like they finally got what you’ve been trying to say all along. Then you go home and open a Valentine’s Day package from your mom. She’s sent you a gas station gift...
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Excerpt Time!
Jerry usually pretended to read the newspaper in the mornings to avoid talking to his daughter, but he usually just looked at the pictures. He didn’t hate her. Sometimes he would even smile when he thought about her jerky dancing as she tried to find a rhythm to the endless guitar solo that is “Jessica.” But they didn’t talk much and both of them liked it that way. Melissa liked how, when they...
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Writing Life
Why is it that the one night you actually want to go to bed early, you almost always have this invincible urge to stay up all night writing?
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Tussy Mussy
As a child, my favorite outfit consisted of a pair of white sweatpants, with elastic in the waistband and at the ankles, and a white sweatshirt onto which my grandma had ironed the image of a raggedy bunny doll and then she’d outlined the bunny in gold glitter fabric paint; I suppose so it would look like something a little girl would wear or for the more practical reason of securing the...