Monthly Archives: March 2011

I was thinking today about who I am as a writer, about all the things I do: write articles like “The Femme Fatale at the Fin-de-Siècle,” stories like “The Mad Scientist’s Daughter,” poems like “Ravens.” And if all goes according … Continue reading →

I was talking to a friend who is also a writer, and he asked whether the social networking I did (blogging, posting on facebook, tweeting) took part of my writing time. And I started thinking about how I’ve arranged my … Continue reading →

When I started writing seriously, just before I went to the Odyssey Writing Workshop (where, incidentally, I’m going to be teaching this summer), I imagined that my writing life would go something like this: I would write. What I wrote … Continue reading →

You’d think that being yourself would be the easiest thing in the world, wouldn’t you? But I think we lose ourselves somewhere along the way. I suspect it starts in sixth grade, meaning middle school, which is a sort of … Continue reading →

No, of course I didn’t actually take a day off. I spent a good portion of it writing, and will spend another portion of it writing later tonight. But I did take a couple of hours off to do some … Continue reading →

I know, it’s Friday, so I should write a chapter of the Shadowlands serial. But I’m so tired tonight that I can’t write fiction. I’m not sure why non-fiction is so much easier for me to write, but it is. … Continue reading →

I think a significant amount of one’s happiness depends on small pleasures. I was at home today, working on a story, and I thought I would document some of the small pleasures I gave myself throughout the day. Because I … Continue reading →