The flowers are coming up. Spring is here. The skies are both less and more temperamental. I’ve been busy in a strange way, so many writing projects I forget, sometimes, whether I’m coming or going, lots of works-in-progress but nothing finished, feeling as though I don’t exist, trying to be patient. I thought I would … Continue reading I eat naivety for breakfast
Month: February 2013
The strange poetry of search engines
WordPress stats allow me to view the search terms that people use to find my blog. Here are the best ones of the last four months, in no particular order- rat poison young annie dillard kill all rapists pink meth ramen the virgin mary butch privilege kill all the rapists it’s fun lesbian truck drivers … Continue reading The strange poetry of search engines
My freight train memoir is free today on Amazon, if you don’t already have it, and also news about my next book!
Dear readers! For the next forty-eight hours my novella-length memoir, Ten Thousand Miles by Freight Train, will be free on Amazon. You can find it here. And you don't need a kindle to read it; you can download an app to read it on any screen here. In other news, I've been wildly at work … Continue reading My freight train memoir is free today on Amazon, if you don’t already have it, and also news about my next book!
happy valentine’s, everyone
likenesses
I just discovered that Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" and the first book of The Hunger Games have nearly identical opening lines. Here's Cormac McCarthy: When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. And here's the first book of … Continue reading likenesses
the melancholy season of the flowers
Today was warm and filled with blustery light, and the clouds were racing as though late for the future, and it made a drumroll in my heart. Anticipation is building in me. Springtime! As though that is what we have been working towards, all these years. I search and toil and fret and wait and … Continue reading the melancholy season of the flowers
I’ve been busy
Last night I was exhausted, and had the wildest dreams. Seamus and I were riding camels through a snowfield in space. There was a part of the snow that was thin, with a sort of crevasse underneath, a crevasse of space. Seamus’ camel stumbled over this part and he fell and punched his hand … Continue reading I’ve been busy
For when you are feeling poor
So you are poor. You are cold, you are hungry, you feel very sorry for yourself. You have four dollars in quarters, and your rent is due. You can buy a jar of peanut butter, but what do you do tomorrow? It is winter; outside it is raining; you feel suddenly alone. Listen; we are … Continue reading For when you are feeling poor
I’m in my craigslist ride headed to seattle
And this is an experiment- blogging from my phone! On the PCT I'll be doing this every day, typing words slow on the tiny keyboard on the tiny screen, my fingers cold, condensation on the keys, in the dark. In my tent with the nature all around me, stretching on and on forever. And typos! … Continue reading I’m in my craigslist ride headed to seattle
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