You know what I hate? Using my credit card over the phone. Or putting any number longer than a local or international number into a phone. Because that requires entering the number in before the automated voice says: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, try again. Well, of course you didn’t catch that. It wasn’t a ball. Or my shoe, hurtling towards your head. You don’t even have a head. You are a machine. May I speak to a real…
I write because I can’t not write I think in sentences Sometimes, even with punctuation. My favourite is ! When I write I am the most myself When I’m not writing My brain tweaks a little bit Just enough to say Get back to it! Connections are made When there are words On a page In the world In a story Or in my brain And I write Because that’s how it works. I’m participating in And Now You Write,…
I spent all day Saturday looking for a particular piece I wrote on September 11th, 2001. I couldn’t find it, but in the search I found all my old journals and other writing that goes back pretty far. Some things are the same. A lot is different. I want to give that kid/younger twenty-something a hug, and tell her to stop worrying. We’re not in Back to the Future, so I can’t. But I can do this: Dear you, Relax. …
I like coffee. I greatly esteem coffee. No, I LOVE coffee. I used to ask for it in my milk when I was a kid. Whether going to bed at Nana’s or waking up at Grandma’s house, the smell of coffee and the sound of it percolating are laced into all of my childhood memories. The sound of a spoon ticking its way around a mug is still one of my favourite sounds. I believe my blood is made up…
I have a confession to make. I hear voices in my head. The voices of characters who don’t know where they’re going because I haven’t finished their stories on the page. I’m responsible for the identity crises of thousands. I get several fake shrink bills in the mail every week. One girl in particular has been stuck in the bathroom for about four months. She’s angry. She was other places to go. Trust me, we’ve had words. My problem (?)…
