Category Archives: whatnot
solicited
“Solicit” sounds salacious and illicit. It’s word redolent of streetwalkers and door-to-door salesmen. But it also means “to ask” and asking doesn’t have to be nasty, does it? For example, what if writers were solicited? Even unknown writers, I mean.
elevator
They’re on the elevator on the third floor, trying to get to the basement. He pushes the button for the lobby, realizes his mistake, and hits the basement button. Only the lobby button lights up. She says, “That’s the wrong
where am I and what the hell am I doing? Philip K. Dick’s Exegesis
In February and March of 1974, Philip K. Dick, my favorite science fiction writer, had a revelation. Whatever that means. If you prefer, call it a vision or a lucid dream or a stroke or a near death experience or
where am I and what the hell am I doing? Philip K. Dick’s Exegesis
In February and March of 1974, Philip K. Dick, my favorite science fiction writer, had a revelation. Whatever that means. If you prefer, call it a vision or a lucid dream or a stroke or a near death experience or
truth or dare- guest blog with Averil Dean
There is a fabulous reason why Girl in the Hat looks suddenly sexy.Today, I gleefully introduce to you the incomparable Averil Dean, my esteemed writer-friend who agreed to play a game of literary truth-or-dare with me. She picked dare (that daring
truth or dare- guest blog with Averil Dean
There is a fabulous reason why Girl in the Hat looks suddenly sexy.Today, I gleefully introduce to you the incomparable Averil Dean, my esteemed writer-friend who agreed to play a game of literary truth-or-dare with me. She picked dare (that daring
blog faces
There’s a little song my girls like to sing that goes, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other’s gold.” Today I’m going to tell you about some new and old blogging friends. Two new
blog faces
There’s a little song my girls like to sing that goes, “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other’s gold.” Today I’m going to tell you about some new and old blogging friends. Two new
lost in space (with philip k. dick)
Something strange is going on and I’m not sure what to think, because I haven’t been writing at all. I fiddle around, revise a couple pieces, throw together some fluffy bits, but haven’t tackled anything substantial for more than a month.
lost in space (with philip k. dick)
Something strange is going on and I’m not sure what to think, because I haven’t been writing at all. I fiddle around, revise a couple pieces, throw together some fluffy bits, but haven’t tackled anything substantial for more than a month.
the girl in the hat- a portrait
This year, John’s annual Christmas work party was at Teatro Zinzanni, a very fun dinner theater show in San Francisco. Of course, we all got dressed up for the occasion; I wore a 1940′s beaded blouse with shoulder pads, a
the girl in the hat- a portrait
This year, John’s annual Christmas work party was at Teatro Zinzanni, a very fun dinner theater show in San Francisco. Of course, we all got dressed up for the occasion; I wore a 1940′s beaded blouse with shoulder pads, a
goodbye & thanks to 2011
Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do
goodbye & thanks to 2011
Ugh. *yAWn* {insert sound of creaking bones here} The holidays are over and I’m left with glut, bloat, and lingering guilt. Is this what January feels like? It’s been so long since I wrote I don’t know what to do
Enormous Tree
Every year, the Christmas tree gets bigger. When our first daughter was born we got our first tree, a small one we decorated with jewelry and other shiny household whatnots since we didn’t own any ornaments. We didn’t even know
Enormous Tree
Every year, the Christmas tree gets bigger. When our first daughter was born we got our first tree, a small one we decorated with jewelry and other shiny household whatnots since we didn’t own any ornaments. We didn’t even know
Retrograde
* I’m stuck at 7:37; my watch battery croaked. One of the damn burners on the stove won’t light. When I (finally!) put the pumpkins in the compost, it knocked the shut-off valve for the gas line to the house
Retrograde
* I’m stuck at 7:37; my watch battery croaked. One of the damn burners on the stove won’t light. When I (finally!) put the pumpkins in the compost, it knocked the shut-off valve for the gas line to the house
thankful for music
Greetings and happy turkey day to you from the Big Easy! I’m out here for the holiday, stumbling from one spectacle to the next, eating like crazy and getting down (and trying to get back up again). No time to
thankful for music
Greetings and happy turkey day to you from the Big Easy! I’m out here for the holiday, stumbling from one spectacle to the next, eating like crazy and getting down (and trying to get back up again). No time to
It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!
It has been exactly one year since I started this blog. Wow! A whole year; how did that happen? If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,
It’s My Blog’s Birthday & You’re Invited!
It has been exactly one year since I started this blog. Wow! A whole year; how did that happen? If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact,
Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)
I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog! (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and
Guest Blog! Playing (with Cindy Sherman)
I am so happy and grateful to be a guest blogger on Satsumabug’s Blog! (<—Click here, mom!) For those who don’t know her already, Lisa is a fabulous “writist and an arter” with a real knack for creating online community and
take my breath away
(a la Betsy Lerner, because reading her blog always makes me feel better) Lately, every time I come across this word, my heart does a little herky-jerk: Submission. As in the thing a writer has to do if she ever
take my breath away
(a la Betsy Lerner, because reading her blog always makes me feel better) Lately, every time I come across this word, my heart does a little herky-jerk: Submission. As in the thing a writer has to do if she ever
Help! Summer is here!
(Shhh…) Help! My children have hijacked my life. It happens every year in June and lasts until September. They have duct-taped my laptop shut and cavort half-naked around it, brandishing plastic baseball bats and gardening tools and chomping the air
Help! Summer is here!
(Shhh…) Help! My children have hijacked my life. It happens every year in June and lasts until September. They have duct-taped my laptop shut and cavort half-naked around it, brandishing plastic baseball bats and gardening tools and chomping the air
The Free Love Blog Award—No Strings Attached!
Fellow blogger Hannah gave me this award for my blog. Hannah, thank you! It will look ab fab on my mantel! The rules of this particular award were as follows: 1. Thank and link to
The Free Love Blog Award—No Strings Attached!
Fellow blogger Hannah gave me this award for my blog. Hannah, thank you! It will look ab fab on my mantel! The rules of this particular award were as follows: 1. Thank and link to
20 Random Things About Me
The following list was one of those Facebook questionnaires that was circling around a couple years ago. I wrote this list shortly after I first started Facebooking, in that honeymoon period when my friends were all people I really knew
20 Random Things About Me
The following list was one of those Facebook questionnaires that was circling around a couple years ago. I wrote this list shortly after I first started Facebooking, in that honeymoon period when my friends were all people I really knew
This Is the Moment I Became Something Else: An Aesthetic Contrivance (a review of Artifice Literary Magazine)
by Anna Fonté Preface: I volunteered to review Artifice, volume 3, one of those ϋbercool literary magazines for really smart, arty types. I thought, what the hell, I don’t get out much and here’s a chance to try something new.
This Is the Moment I Became Something Else: An Aesthetic Contrivance (a review of Artifice Literary Magazine)
by Anna Fonté Preface: I volunteered to review Artifice, volume 3, one of those ϋbercool literary magazines for really smart, arty types. I thought, what the hell, I don’t get out much and here’s a chance to try something new.
awakenings
(photo courtesy Kay SusanneMC. This post was inspired by Amy Krause Rosenberg and Herman Hesse.) * * 1899 Kate Chopin publishes The Awakening, an amazing, ahead-of-its-time novel about a woman trying to negotiate the incongruent parts of her personality and live a
awakenings
(photo courtesy Kay SusanneMC. This post was inspired by Amy Krause Rosenberg and Herman Hesse.) * * 1899 Kate Chopin publishes The Awakening, an amazing, ahead-of-its-time novel about a woman trying to negotiate the incongruent parts of her personality and live a
dating myself
It seems that personal relationships are getting more and more complicated these days. I hate to date myself, but didn’t things used to be a lot less convoluted? See, I just checked my email and found this note: Anna has
dating myself
It seems that personal relationships are getting more and more complicated these days. I hate to date myself, but didn’t things used to be a lot less convoluted? See, I just checked my email and found this note: Anna has
