My significant other purchased our first bag of Starbucks Christmas Blend 2011 this week, explaining to the barista: “I better pick this up for my girlfriend now—she’s a cracked-out Starbucks whore.” She told me this last night, while I was performing a hyper little dance in the kitchen with the shiny red, half-empty bag. I laughed, giddy w [...]
Monthly archives for November, 2011
Cracked-Out Starbucks Whore
My significant other purchased our first bag of Starbucks Christmas Blend 2011 this week, explaining to the barista: “I better pick this up for my girlfriend now—she’s a cracked-out Starbucks whore.” She told me this last night, while I was performing a hyper little dance in the kitchen with the shiny red, half-empty bag. I laughed, giddy w [...]
Prize-Winning Flash Fiction!
I’m thrilled to announce that my flash piece “Lost and Found in New York” won second prize in the most recent Scribophile writing challenge! It’s my first official piece of flash fiction at 991 words, and my first foray into third person objective, so I’m particularly pleased to receive a prize for it. En [...]
NYC Subway Rant Number One
There’s a lot to hate about the New York City subway system. I’m focusing my hatred on two specific things today, so sit back and enjoy the rant!
There’s one thing I hate right now more than anything else about the subways. It’s not that the stations are coated with dried urine, or that people don’t stick to the right side of the stairs. It’s [...]
I write
I’m a writer. I turn my thoughts into other people’s thoughts, my feelings into other people’s feelings. I write about things I hope will and will not happen to me. About things that have happened, or didn’t. Mix the right things together and fiction comes out, the characters live, I write down what happens next and make it read pretty.
Writi [...]
I don’t lie but my imaginary friend d...
The other night Ted was jabbering on and on about some ridiculously unlikely experience he was claiming to have had. And then and then and then. Finally I looked up from the computer long enough to say “Those are all lies. Just bunny-flavored lies!” He didn’t deny it.
Ted tells stories. Makes them up on the spot. I think he has the same role [...]
