“You have a lot of time to think when you can’t go anywhere,” she says.
“I know what you mean,” I tell her. “There are always things you have to do. Work and chores. Responsibilities. That sort of thing. They don’t go away just because there’s a pandemic raging. But the distractions… well, » Read more
A while back, I wrote a post about how I write with aphantasia and answered some other questions you’d asked me. After that piece came out, I heard from a lot of you who were really grateful for the updates and said you’d like them more often.
So in today’s post, » Read more
“You know,” I say to my friend. “I think 12-year-old me would be pretty impressed with how my life is going.” I have cats. My love life is good. I’m writing full time, which isn’t lucrative by a long shot, but I make it work.
And I wear lots of dresses. That was apparently important to her. » Read more
“You got your creativity from me,” my mother says. “Your father was good at many things, but he didn’t have a creative bone in his body.”
My father passed away in April. He was an inventor, a construction engineer. A brilliant blue collar man. He wasn’t a very talkative person — unless you got him going about something he was passionate about — » Read more
I have a big announcement to make. My new book is finally out. It’s called Psychic City, and it’s a slipstream murder mystery that features an FFF triad of polyamorous detectives:
- Penny, a sparkle goth medium who is hounded by hordes of undead fans
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I’ve never liked the moment before things happen. Never liked the silence before someone opens their mouth to speak and I suspect they’re going to say something bad.
I’ve never liked the time I’ve spent rehearsing a difficult conversation before it happens. Mapping out endless contingencies. Telling myself “well if they say this, » Read more
“I just realized why an artist creates something they never show anybody else,” he says.
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“It’s about loving yourself. Because you create it for yourself,” he says.
I don’t know quite how to explain it to him. How that explanation really makes no sense to me, » Read more
Writing is a form of communication, that’s for damn sure.
And it’s when you forget that it’s communication that your writing suffers.
But a lot of people think writing is communication that’s simply about sending messages. I mean, it totally is. Unless it’s private like a diary, when you write, » Read more
“So what do you do for a living?” they asked me.
“I’m a writer,” I said.
“Ohhh,” they replied. “What sorts of things do you write?”
Everyone always asks this question. It’s interesting to me how reliable this is. Back when I held a variety of other jobs, I found that followup questions were rare. » Read more
“I have to write a piece for Monday, but I’m having the hardest time coming up with something,” I say.
“Who says you have to write anything?” he asks.
“I do. I have a deadline,” I reply.
I explain to him that I have lots of ideas, just none of them seem like they’ll work. » Read more