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Breeding Lilacs
Every time I get to a place in my life that is like this place, I feel the same, and my feelings always go to the same place, and even if I know better, the feeling is overwhelming, and inescapable. Where do I go to get away from myself? Where is there to go? Where are the wonders that keep the stars apart, when I feel like the sun and the moon ( Read more... ) -
Some things. Somethings.
It has become official. Many things are official as of right now, actually.
I think I've been spending a lot of time not realizing that I am getting older, and that I need to define more of those big words that this culture has a definition for but I do not have a personal definition for. Things like, "career," "relationships," "family," " ( Read more... ) -
Trying to Make a Decision
As a general musing, I would like to put forth the two ideas, since maybe typing them out I will be able to tell which one I want to write work out in a Super Short Summer Serial Contest I entered. I need to submit my story idea soon, but I don't need to start the 9-12 series of posts until July, I think ( Read more... ) -
Up-Late
Virgina Woolf says "It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly." I like this because it combines my feelings about gender as well as reminds me about when I learned that exceptional authors write with the knowledge of the androgynous, like Woolf, like Hemingway, like others worth knowing.
V.Woolf ( Read more... ) -
I Got a New Job
From now until whenever, I will be walking around, and when I see someone in need of my services, I will raise both of my hands (in the universally acknowledged "Stop" motion) and say, loudly, "Hey! HEY! Who the fuck are you? Who are you?" Hopefully at this point the person previously in need of my services will stop whatever they're doing, sit ( Read more... ) -
It's like I've lost all my digits
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Sneaking Springtime Breezes
Everyone and those women who gave birth to them are telling me that the weather here is a fluke, that the warm wetness in the air is not the foretelling of spring, but a hoax to lure me out on my bicycle--only to leave me face-deep in a monsoon, far from home, my straw poking out from between cresting ripples. I refuse to believe, until that ( Read more... ) -
Why I May/May Not Triumph in Publishing
1. I am not as cynical about writing as many of my peers--in fact, I'm so optimistic most of the time I come off naive.
2. I'm pretty bad at grammar; writers I edit won't feel stupid.
3. I can pick up on other writers' voices, while not really having one of my own.
4. I don't want books to die, (i.e. electronic publishing is exciting but makes me
