March 2010
6 posts
Like a Swelling Volition
Taking a break from writing has been a weird experience. Save for my critique on the new piece last week, I’ve taken some time off from fiction (and apparently, blogging). I hopped on a plane to another city and changed both my scenery and my company, letting my mind fall away from the insanity that’s still in front of me. I’m not sure if it helped or harmed. Maybe it just...
Last night at about 9:30 on a Queens-bound G train, I was struck by a realization: exactly one year had passed since I finished the first draft of my book. How coincidental, then - and how fitting - that the first real start of my formal professional feedback came that afternoon, too. Talk about coming full circle. On a boat somewhere in the Caribbean Sea one year, and in a completely deserted...
From Houses to Homes
Though I grew up in New York, I’ve lived a couple of other places, too. The point of getting out was to know that, when I came back, I was coming back to home. That I was sure I knew what “home” meant. And now that I’ve gone and returned, I’m sure I know. I’ve been called a snob, provincial (ironic, yes), elitist, arrogant. I’ve been told I’m...
Neither Glaciers Nor Breakfast Nooks
A couple of weeks have passed since I’ve had a finished novel in my hands. A couple of weeks since I gave it to someone very important, and in another week, it’ll be going to someone else so important, I swear she must have mixed up names and actually wanted to see someone else’s manuscript.
This is sort of like waiting to get into college again. Albeit a lot stranger, and...
Dear stars,
You’ve started to align. Now, I’m begging you; light up the sky.
Meredith
There’s no better way to figure out what incredibly brilliant, supportive people you have in your life than getting a new job, finishing your novel, and having a birthday.
“Lucky to have them” is a gross understatement.