Friday, February 27, 2009

I hate this

How many more?
Rocky Mountain News closed

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Words I Made Up While Doing Schoolwork in a Hurry #18

Tell me, what is "omly?"

Friday, February 20, 2009

Strange interlude III

I am Gortran!!! Bird king of the northern realm!!!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Shadows and light

Everyone here is painfully interesting. What they create.

Small talk drains me but I wait it out to get to the real thing. I don't want to look through the front windows, I want to know what's in the shoebox at the back of the bedroom closet. The best writers take you by the hand and show you.

So much time spent on travel arrangements that it distracts and detracts.

Broken plane. Scrambling to find another flight that would get me there the same day. Yes, but to a different city, need to find another ride. All week looking for a ride back to the airport that wouldn’t mean missing a day of activities. Had one, didn’t. Had one, didn’t. Couldn’t.

Other turmoil ensues and my inner chemistry is werewolfing. The vibe is wrong. The weather. People are missing. Even the ghosts are gone.

Usually I try to convince myself that the universe is trying to tell me something. But what – don’t count on other people? That this is a taste of what it’s like to be stone poor, you’d better get used to it? Have more compassion? Or it's just my turn to have a shitty week?


A friend who waits for me for four hours in Seattle and, later in the week, insists I take her car to get away for a little while. Another who says something that still shines.

Speaking in class before realizing that the heart-closing terror that had always accompanied speaking in class was gone. Just gone.

Loving the beauty of other people’s work without fearing the comparison against my own. Beginning to see things I hadn’t seen before.

Connecting. Rewiring.

A locked door unlocks.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Another one-sentence hit-and-run for Three Word Wednesday. The words are candid, impulse and risk.

A candid photo taken on impulse is crumpled on the polyester bedspread, unseen among scattered suitcases as she quickly weeds through the necessities of her old life and risks entry into a new one.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Smiling skull rock

Monday, February 9, 2009

Back at it

I'm back in beautiful Washington state for another intensive MFA residency.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Monday, February 2, 2009

Getting what you wish for

I'm trying to get ready for my MFA residency and I'm so...not. But it's kind of a good thing.

This past semester I felt like something was just off about my creative thesis (which is supposed to be a novel manuscript) it and I was beginning to worry I’d have to scrap the whole idea.

My wonderful advisor reassured me that frustration sometimes comes before a breakthrough. He was right.

It turns out my main character isn’t who I thought she was.

Turns out, then, that everyone and everything around her has changed, too. So there's a little bit of work ahead.

The characters had been living and breathing for me, but weakly, like they were on life support. Now they’re running around and jumping up and down and driving me crazy.