Deconstruction

Deconstruction It is the vibration that wakes us.  A shudder that jostles the bed just enough to register in our synapses that something is unusual. We exchange a look, our eyes crusted with sleep and too much binge TV. “Probably a tremor,” you mutter and roll away from me. “Yeah,” I mumble.  However, I’m not Read More …

Playing God Means Showing Up No Matter What

There’s a thin white line that I must cross every morning in order to write.  It’s like treading over inches of freshly fallen snow –  that coming out of sleep process – a hush that heightens story-telling because characters speak and scenes unfold on their own.  I don’t have to work hard to get things rolling. Except Read More …

New Dictation Toy

So let me just say that today is a new dawn for me, technology-wise. I’m finally getting to use the Dragon voice recognition software that I bought a year ago to make my life easier, given that I’m not the fastest typist in the world.  In some cases – poetry, some fiction first drafts – I Read More …

In The Company of Plants

Can a plant be company, I ask?  During 5am wake up calls, writing in near darkness any living being is company.  Em calls these new plants “girls”.  They tickled her face in the cart at Home Depot.  She wanted them to sit beside her on the way home.  And she even held one of their Read More …

The Tree House (the Shed formerly known as “She”)

There once was a boy who loved a girl.  One day he gave her a book filled with many home projects, both large and small, that could make her life beautiful. “Whichever project you chose, I will build for you,” he said. The girl looked through the book.  But her heart, blinded by the expectation of bath Read More …

The Dig

The Writer:  Why are you hovering at my desk? IR*:  You’re fifteen minutes late. The Writer:  And? How did you know I was coming back today — IR:  — You’re late is all.  Where’ve you been? The Writer:  You’ve never heard of a thing called privacy? Huh? IR (blank stare) The Writer (sigh, plops down laptop Read More …

The Muse

HE arrives and is all like Where is my café? What is this – merda on my chair? And he shoves my books and phone from the couch to the floor.  Plops down in a purple Boho huff.  And I’m all giddy anticipation, a groupie, just staring.  He slips off his aviator sunglasses, futzes with his man bun.   I’m still gawking.  Until he Read More …

She Shed Update #4

I’m starting to see the final product now that most of the siding (the board part of board and batten finish) and trim work cover that bright green zip paneling.  I love board and batten siding for its cottagey feel, and I’m so happy Hubby honored my one design request.  The goal is a very organic, airy space Read More …

On The Road Again

I travel with lofty intentions:  on this trip I will get more pages written than at home. Yeah, right. I get less done, often times zilch. Just how much can I do and see in this new place?  A mania of possibilities and too much activity locks me up.  This trip is different. Em and I are on our Read More …

Flash Fiction

When I left the day job almost a year ago my goals were lofty and crowded:  complete my three screenplays, apply for a fellowship/competition or two (or three), keep up several weekly blog posts, work on some short fiction.  Except I made these goals unprepared for the realities of being present and open with a Read More …