Apologies for not blogging for such a long period of time. As I’ve mentioned before, I finished the rough draft of my first novel this past May, and after “letting it rest” for three months — basically letting myself forget about it completely so I could come back to it with fresh eyes and really see what did and didn’t work in it (the story is great but my language is too bare) — I began editing the rough draft a couple of weeks ago. …
Although the ten-year anniversary of the .org won’t come for another four months, in a lot of ways today is the anniversary of the start of what led to the .org. It was on this day in 2000 that I first began The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. The life lessons I learned from it really got to me, and made me realize that I wasn’t happy with how my personal or artistic lives were going. Within four months I’d abandoned several projects I was…
This past week has been kind of momentous for my writing. On Sunday I got word that my essay “When Your Rape Doesn’t Count” has been accepted for the upcoming book Queering Sexual Violence, pending revisions the editor and I have yet to discuss. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything published, and this will be my first time to be published in an actual book. This inspired me to look at recent calls for academic essays, and I found one that’s kind of…
New in .poetry: “Carlos” and, sadly, there is a story to go with this one. Last night I got an e-mail about local events coming up in Toledo from an e-mail list I never signed up for. Since it’s at least more relevant to me than the other spam I get, I checked it out, only to find one of the events listed for this Saturday is a memorial reading for Rane Arroyo. Rane Arroyo was my poetry professor at the University of Toledo, and…
I’m still thirty-three for a couple of more hours. Shaddup. The Goddess blessed me today with a warm and sunny day. I was even able to hold class outside for the first time this calendar year, and I’ve got my window open as I type this up. As I normally do, I’ve spent much of my birthday in meditation, thinking about this past year and all the changes that have happened. Between Mom and I having health problems, Aunt Jo’s death, and all the changes…