RE: How are you still single?

Here's a little blurb I wrote about the above question regarding my fundamental lack of a relationship.  Nothing like a little feminism at 10:30 on a Saturday night.  Enjoy. I know very little about boys.  I have what one might call a track record of being single.  It’s whatever.  I spend a lot of time …

Ransacked and Lived in

She looked at the room with tired eyes – the kind that felt worn out, like maybe there were just lumps of coal in the sockets where her eyes were supposed to be – and she wondered.  She did it lazily, because the blood in her veins and arteries was thick like maple syrup, and …

anthropomorphism

I always wondered what it was like, before I was born.  I suppose I couldn’t see or feel anything.  But I can’t imagine a lack of vision and feeling.  When you’re human, all you do is see and feel.  Geometric figures dance when you shut your eyes in the dark, in colors both vibrant and …

Write the Thing

If this is terrible, it’s not my fault.  I have a half hour before class, and it’s not enough time to write something good.  Especially because I’m in a public, loud, and crowded place, and those kinds of places are not the kinds of places I like to write in.  Or be in.  Come to …

On the hardest part of writing

There are a great many overgeneralized statements about writing.  We talk about shitty rough drafts (thanks Anne Lamott), we argue over dialogue tags (I’m a proponent of asked and said and pretty much nothing else), we bitch over the use of the Oxford comma (Vampire Weekend even wrote a song about that one), and we …