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is there any way to remove all the detritus on my home page?

For the past several years, keeping a journal has not been a priority; but it had and has its purpose. It is a connection with people, with friends and readers and myself. I do not yet know what I plan to do here as I restart. For now, let's say that I am happy and busy, and very absorbed with my final year of graduate school ( Read more... )

but look for a reboot of my online journal later this year. In the meantime, I am also kijjohnson on Twitter.

Writing and appearances:

• I will be at the World Fantasy Convention, October 28-31. My reading is 2:30 on Friday. I am also on a panel about dream-inspired fantasy, Saturday at 10pm, with Mark Teppo, Steve Rasnick Tem, Sydney Duncan, and Susan Forest.
  
• I'm excited to be part of the North Carolina Speculative Fiction Night, Thursday 11 November, at ( Read more... )

I love Seattle. I loved it the first time. It started rocky, but I loved it the second time, too: old friends and familiar restaurants, but also new ones, plus a new job, new neighborhood, new relationship status, new sport, new understanding of my body as I moved from idle to athletic. I had, I thought, made lots of changes. I can see now that my ( Read more... )

Is it a bad thing that I view prepping for Dream Visions as my reward for writing up my workshopping notes? The studying is incredibly satisfying. I could spend a lot of time reading Chaucer, unpacking each poem layer by layer, following references and theories down this rabbit hole or that. Given an infinite amount of time and an external ( Read more... )

I am not surprised that I caught a cold after moving here. Seven weeks of travel and then a couple of high-stress weeks wrestling with apartments, money, residency and the start of grad school would be more than enough. Add to the mix that this is a new part of the country, which means new bugs; and 27,000 people have just arrived from their ( Read more... )

It's easy to love the beginning of the term -- my notebooks are still clean, I haven't had to write any papers, and I'm not behind yet -- and I am content to ride this wave while I have it. That's all.

I am taking three classes: a fiction workshop; a loosely formed seminar on the creative process; and "Medieval Dream Visions," a traditional graduate class which I am likely to do poorly in but still want to take. I transferred to the last from a sociolinguistics class that wasn't thrilling me, despite the truly brilliant professor teaching it. I ( Read more... )