The Scab-Picker

There’s a young man in one of my classes who can’t seem to keep his mouth shut, especially when he really needs to, when the moment has long died and he no longer holds his audience of peers’ attention. When he realizes that the only person whose attention he has is the one person who … Continue reading →

Oh, the choices we make…

(Clearwater Beach, birthday weekend, for when inspiration strikes — I like the ocean)   Piece of advice I should’ve taken: Write every day. Looking back on it, I suppose it’s all about the (wretched, stupid, careless, overly cautious, insane, half-baked, impromptu, expectant, fill-in-the-blank-with-appropriate-adjective/descriptor) choices we make. I made choices that were not entirely my own. … Continue reading →

A Spring Break of Self-Doubt

I’ve not gone anywhere over the break this week, and I’ve no plans to do so, really, as it’s a week in which I’m steadily querying publishers and agents. In other words, I’m Getting Shit Done. I don’t like the fact that my job, ironically one in which I have to teach writing, keeps me … Continue reading →