“Marquez: May have slept with Llosa’s wife. Llosa: Definitely punched Marquez’s face.” Writers can be an unruly bunch.
Miss B is beside herself, since I’m in running clothes and she suspects, hopes, dares to believe I’ll be taking her with me. I will, but not until my coffee settles. It’s a goddamn Monday, and I need caffeine. There’s a thing going around on Twitter–“describe yourself the way a male author would.” I’ll bypass […]
Sometimes, you come around a corner while out with your best friend, and you happen upon a basket of…well, of dicks. There’s no other way to put it, really–a basket of phalli just puts too nice a gloss on it. And sometimes, you dig for your phone and mutter, “I have got to save this […]
Of course Miss B had to wriggle and push until I was out of bed, despite a very interesting dream I kept longing to go back to involving a spy, a giant old refinished Victorian house, and microfiche. Of course Odd Trundles, bumbling around under the dining table, scared himself with a high-pitched noise from […]
Someone made a snotty comment about art and entertainment being mutually exclusive (yes, this was on Twitter, how did you know?) and it irritated me enough to pop off a thread in response. It also got me thinking about wish fulfillment. Inevitably, whenever someone starts making the case for entertainment being art too, goddamn if […]
Two of my favorite things: a book that I must read with a dictionary handy, and spicy noodles. Hating school is one thing, but learning is quite another.
So after a lot of back-and-forthing, and desperate attempts to write a dead book even though it made me physically ill…I no longer have to write the dead book. I don’t even have to attempt it. Instead, I can work on something that doesn’t make me stress-vomit each morning. Needless to say, this is a […]