Posts Tagged: fiction
we’re friends with the same birds #20
When we moved into our house fifteen years ago, for me, the most charming thing about the place was not its unpainted wood shingles or open floor plan or exposed beams, it was the fact that the writer Philip K.
we’re friends with the same birds #20
When we moved into our house fifteen years ago, for me, the most charming thing about the place was not its unpainted wood shingles or open floor plan or exposed beams, it was the fact that the writer Philip K.
the gambler
He: Mind if I sit here? She: Please. He: So you look like you know your way around. She: No, I’ve never been here before. He: I don’t believe you. What’s the wifi password? She: I have no idea. Really,
the gambler
He: Mind if I sit here? She: Please. He: So you look like you know your way around. She: No, I’ve never been here before. He: I don’t believe you. What’s the wifi password? She: I have no idea. Really,
paper cuts
Today, I have had it up to here with my effing novel. If I was walking down the street and I saw my novel walking toward me, I’d run down an alley and bury myself in a dumpster. I
paper cuts
Today, I have had it up to here with my effing novel. If I was walking down the street and I saw my novel walking toward me, I’d run down an alley and bury myself in a dumpster. I
if numbers had faces
Lately, I’ve been thinking about numbers. When I was a kid learning math, every number had an association, a face, and/or a personality in my mind. I had a relationship with certain numbers: 2 worried me-I could never write it
if numbers had faces
Lately, I’ve been thinking about numbers. When I was a kid learning math, every number had an association, a face, and/or a personality in my mind. I had a relationship with certain numbers: 2 worried me-I could never write it
tender
for S.C. For Lizzy, there were three first kisses: one stolen, one lost, and one that counted, but she only kept one of them. The first was during the summer before sixth grade. She was sitting under the skylight in
tender
for S.C. For Lizzy, there were three first kisses: one stolen, one lost, and one that counted, but she only kept one of them. The first was during the summer before sixth grade. She was sitting under the skylight in
teaching snails to fly
writing is… standing on stage with your skirt up over your head. they approach, wielding sharpies: flabby, they write. cut this. question mark. the click of a camera shutter. all talk, no show. all show, no tell. on your knees
teaching snails to fly
writing is… standing on stage with your skirt up over your head. they approach, wielding sharpies: flabby, they write. cut this. question mark. the click of a camera shutter. all talk, no show. all show, no tell. on your knees
closer (#18)
We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb. There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he
closer (#18)
We don’t touch while we’re sleeping. We move cautiously, careful not to disturb. There’s an invisible line drawn down the middle of the bed and we lie there facing different directions like passengers on separate trains. It’s dawn when he
Father’s Day
I’m reposting this story, a token of love and appreciation for J on Fathers’ Day, and for all you breadwinners who get the job done. * At first he didn’t mind the commute, even looked forward to having a little
Father’s Day
I’m reposting this story, a token of love and appreciation for J on Fathers’ Day, and for all you breadwinners who get the job done. * At first he didn’t mind the commute, even looked forward to having a little
Sunday Ramblings: The Girl in the Hat
CLICK HERE TO SEE MY TALK WITH RAINA. Sunday Ramblings: The Girl in the Hat. Raina and I had a fun chat. Our talk made me take myself much more seriously for a moment. I’m feeling very, very serious. Just
Sunday Ramblings: The Girl in the Hat
CLICK HERE TO SEE MY TALK WITH RAINA. Sunday Ramblings: The Girl in the Hat. Raina and I had a fun chat. Our talk made me take myself much more seriously for a moment. I’m feeling very, very serious. Just
self-reflection
I didn’t know what my novel What Would Water Do was about until I finished it. Because Averil asked, and because of recent conversations with Raina and Josey, I will tell you specifically what I learned. My writing (at
self-reflection
I didn’t know what my novel What Would Water Do was about until I finished it. Because Averil asked, and because of recent conversations with Raina and Josey, I will tell you specifically what I learned. My writing (at
happy ending (last, last part of last chapter)
(static eye screen a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr) * It wasn’t until ten years after we broke up that I finally understood what an asshole my first boyfriend was. Dancing is fun. Why don’t I dance? I used
happy ending (last, last part of last chapter)
(static eye screen a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr) * It wasn’t until ten years after we broke up that I finally understood what an asshole my first boyfriend was. Dancing is fun. Why don’t I dance? I used
shut the door (chapter 31, part 3)
the golden curtain a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr. “Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.”-Truman Capote That sums it up. Thanks, Truman. * Drew pulled up Mae’s
shut the door (chapter 31, part 3)
the golden curtain a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr. “Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.”-Truman Capote That sums it up. Thanks, Truman. * Drew pulled up Mae’s
what a story looks like
“What does a story look like?” It’s an intriguing question, rather cryptic and zen-like, not unlike the sound of one hand clapping. If ideas were candy, this one would be a jawbreaker. Whatever your answer, it’s probably poetic, deep, and
what a story looks like
“What does a story look like?” It’s an intriguing question, rather cryptic and zen-like, not unlike the sound of one hand clapping. If ideas were candy, this one would be a jawbreaker. Whatever your answer, it’s probably poetic, deep, and
ablutions
It’s early morning. A shapeless form lumbers along the sidewalk, dragging a loaded cart on tiny wheels. I sit sipping tea at the front window of a café on Shattuck Avenue, pretending to be busy my pile of papers and
ablutions
It’s early morning. A shapeless form lumbers along the sidewalk, dragging a loaded cart on tiny wheels. I sit sipping tea at the front window of a café on Shattuck Avenue, pretending to be busy my pile of papers and
Xanax and Underwear
Last night, I did my first reading. As in standing-still-on-shaky-legs-in-front-of-strangers-while-trying-to-appear-clever-and-writerly and keeping-my-chin-from-quivering-and-my-dinner-from-spewing-across-the-lectern-while-I-read one of my short stories. And let me tell you, I was so fucking nervous, I almost forgot my name. Of course, I went online before hand to
Xanax and Underwear
Last night, I did my first reading. As in standing-still-on-shaky-legs-in-front-of-strangers-while-trying-to-appear-clever-and-writerly and keeping-my-chin-from-quivering-and-my-dinner-from-spewing-across-the-lectern-while-I-read one of my short stories. And let me tell you, I was so fucking nervous, I almost forgot my name. Of course, I went online before hand to
room
My family and I live in a small house in a smallish city. Our home was built in 1903 with two stories, wood shingles, and a garage too small for our car. When friends visit from Tokyo or Manhattan, they
room
My family and I live in a small house in a smallish city. Our home was built in 1903 with two stories, wood shingles, and a garage too small for our car. When friends visit from Tokyo or Manhattan, they
girl in the hat 