Heeding Tupac »
Right now, I’m building. I’m building a book out of the raw materials of a first draft. I’m building the space in which I write, and slowly trying to fill it with things that evoke in me the things I want my writing to evoke. I’m building my vocabulary so that I always have just ...
But I Wouldn’t Want To Live There »
About once a year, someone wanting help with something on Reddit asks me if I’m a redditor. I always bite my tongue and say, no, I’m not. I bite my tongue because while I have occasionally and inadvertently come by some really remarkable stuff on Reddit via 3rd-party links, I actually kind of hate Reddit. ...
Shifting Phase »
I have this ancient blanket, or maybe it’s a bedspread, I’m not sure which. It’s got a patchwork pattern, but all the colors are “scorpio” colors: reds, burgundys, golds, browns. It used to be fairly heavy, but it’s thin and threadbare now, hardly more than a heavy sheet, really. I love this blanket. Me and ...
“The Ann Coulter of Tech Journalism” »
Months ago, when it first hit the Internet, I talked to enough readers of this blog about Penelope Trunk’s assertion that “Women Don’t Want to Do Startups. They Want Children.”, that I feel obligated to at least mention here that there’s now a sequel, somewhat more querulously titled: “Stop Telling Women To Do Startups.” I ...
Lush, Irrational, and Fecund »
That’s right, I’ve been taking some downtime, from blogging, from writing, from everything. Just enjoying domestic bliss, really, enjoying not having any deadlines other than holidays. Improving my cooking, doing some home improvement, spending time at home with E, playing games online with the mighty Finn, catching up on some reading… a whole lot of ...
Fate’s Accomplice, part III »
I’m no innocent. One of the things I’m guilty of is spending time daydreaming of the intensity of my inevitable critical and popular reception. I imagine legions of crazed fans, lines outside bookstore doors on my signing tours, the front page of the NYT review of books, and my NPR interview, just to scratch the ...
Fate’s Accomplice, Part II »
I think the closest to certainty any of the aforementioned parties (or any among us yet unilluminated by fame, infamy, or posthumous glory) could ever come was how well they could answer one question: “Am I doing everything I can to bring my dreams into reality?” It’s a good question to ask, but it’s not ...
Fate’s Accomplice, Part I »
I’m starting to be able to make room on my plate again. I’m starting to have nights where, even though maybe I could or should do “moving in, apartment type stuff”, the urgency is no longer there. The furniture is all in place. The kitchen is in tested, working order. We have had our (wonderful, ...
the ligaments of memory glisten »
the casual-hearted shepherds of midnight, with their instruments of bleak repair, are come. the architectures they bear are dangerous and mad, funnelling moonlight. here in their indigo hats, they rap at my door. decrees of malevolence coiled in their fists sweat ink that smells like cigarette butts, sour sweat and violation. i’ve got it, i ...
The Plan »
As you may recall, way back in April or so, I made arrangements with my workplace to use some of my copiously stacked vacation time to take Fridays off during the summer, and, therefore, theoretically, have more time to write. Well, it turns out summer in Boston goes by very quickly, and before I knew ...