Writer, with Kids
Of the fifteen of us who began the MFA fiction program at Brooklyn College in 2003, only Karla was already a parent. I don’t think any of us fully understood what it meant for her to have chosen to be …
The cost of speed
It’s only been eight days since I finished the first draft of my current novel and already I’m second-guessing the method that got me to the end of the draft. I’m feeling anxious to dive in to revisions, though I’ll …
The State of the Garden: February Thaw
It was a lean winter in the garden this year. A cold, wet end to summer meant the fall and winter vegetables didn’t get as big as I would have hoped before the days got short and all growth stopped …
First draft DONE
I typed “The End” on the first draft of Cold Black Stars a little after two a.m. last night. Today was my (completely arbitrary, self-imposed) deadline to finish it. It’s pure luck or coincidence that I finished on deadline. The …
The guiltless eBook reader
I used to be seriously, obnoxiously opposed to ebooks. I said things about needing the smell of paper, about not being willing to give up the fetish of turning the page. I was so, so sure I wanted nothing to …
Oh the angst. The unlovely, graceless angst.
Bah. I’m so sick of myself tonight. I’ve still got the crash proofreading job on my plate–I need to ship it back to my client on Friday morning–so I haven’t touched Cold Black Stars in days. Working on the new …
Random
1. Yeah…kind of a crappy day. I’ve got a crash freelance job on my desk, which somehow cued the girlchild to wake up every fifteen minutes last night as I was trying to work. That meant I really needed to …
Books are delicious
What I’m reading now: What’s at the top of the to-be-read pile: What I’m waiting impatiently for:
Kindergarten Graffiti
See that? That’s what you get when you piss off a five-year-old. Those are drawings of me “with poop all over your clothes, Mama.” He hung them up and I said, “Ah, so there’s poop on your wall now,” which …