“You can buy some new running gear if you want,” Skyspook said.

He’d been looking online at some leggings for winter biking. As he’s too tall for the frame of a standard bike, he had to have one custom built. So he built it himself. From scratch. He researched all the processes involved,  » Read more

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A Tale of Two Ballots


I live in Ohio, so apparently my vote is worth its weight in gold. It’s an incredibly different experience being a voter here as opposed to what I’m used to in Maine. Every medium is saturated with political ads. At least a half a dozen people have stopped by randomly,  » Read more

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Archiving the Present

The neat thing about being a memoirist is that life is constantly giving me new material. Every day that I live I gather more experiences, insights that can be woven into a future work. Of course, working as much as I have lately on the book relating to my now-defunct first marriage (during which we were polyamorous,  » Read more

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Flight of the Valkyrie

Last night I had the strangest dream.

For some reason, I’d traveled back to Maine to stay with, of all people, my ex-husband. There were numerous strange moments – when we embraced and I noted his frame was smaller than Skyspook’s (my ex is a few inches shorter), when he confessed he still loved me,  » Read more

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Hot Writing Tip

(2:24:34 PM) skyspook: You just need pushes in the right direction I think. You’re like me in more ways than one… you’re blind to your own talent
(2:24:39 PM) page: maybe
(2:24:52 PM) page: I feel like the only reason I’m any good as a writer is because I wrote so much
(2:24:56 PM) page: everybody is shitty when they start
(2:25:05 PM) page: I just wrote countless words until I wasn’t shitty šŸ˜›
(2:25:19 PM) page: there’s my writing advice
(2:25:24 PM) page: write countless words until you aren’t shitty
(2:25:36 PM) page: throw away or don’t show anybody most of them until you’ve written several buttloads  » Read more

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Leave a Message, I’m Not Here

I was up until 4:00 this morning masturbating to Penthouse Letters, eating far too much peanut butter, and sorting out the contents of my head. Mostly the latter.

Skyspook has been inordinately grumpy this past week or so, though for good reason. He recently had a root canal and has been inundated with work stress.  » Read more

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