Ten years ago, I was on the doorstep of what turned out to be one of the most important experiences of my life so far. I was fifteen. I was a sophomore in high school. I was in an acceptably happy but comparatively bland relationship with Kent, a sweet Mormon geekboy whose parents decided, that summer, to move to Utah and take him with them; and I ( Read more... )

Ahhh ... expectations ( Read more... )

As it happens, I've been planning on making a post like this for a long time. The original plan was to do an illustrated version, and there are still pencil roughs in my sketchbook. They're still quite rough, and I'm busy enough that they'll stay rough for a while. But, since tall_man has provided us with a set of Rules for Dating Tyler, I feel compelled ( Read more... )

This is a story about a boy and a girl, and what love doesn't do to people, and how people can do stupid things and still apparently end up happy ( Read more... )

Okay, not you, me. And not everything, but a few key important things. About life; about writing, which is also life. This is as good a place as any to admit them ( Read more... )