Author Archives: Theodora Goss

Tonight, I was going to write a blog post that addressed some of the issues I had brought up in my post on David Foster Wallace. It was going to be called “Making Believe.” But I’ll have to write that … Continue reading →

Today, I spent the entire day writing, which looked like this: No, I was not writing a story. I was working on a dissertation chapter. My dissertation has three chapters, each of which is about a hundred pages long. Because … Continue reading →

You can tell how tired I’ve been getting, because my writing hasn’t been particularly good for the last few days. I’ll give you some examples from the post called “Meeting Gwen,” which I wrote on Wednesday. First example: Gwen looked … Continue reading →

For the next few days, I’m going to be ridiculously busy. And not just that, but ridiculously tired. I have a couple of deadlines, and I’m already not getting enough sleep but will be getting even less. So I can’t … Continue reading →

The first time I saw Gwen, I thought I was looking into a mirror. At a prettier version of myself. She didn’t wear the glasses that I usually wear for nearsightedness. Her hair was longer and curlier than mine. And … Continue reading →

The strangest thing about the Castle in the Lake is watching it rise out of the lake, water streaming from its battlements. Hyacinth and I were standing by the side of the lake. We had gotten there the same way … Continue reading →

There was a tree growing out of the dining room table. It was only an illusion, of course. An oak tree, its trunk thick with years. Its branches reached up to the sky, its roots were covered with moss. On … Continue reading →