The Subtleties of Subtext

This post is less how-to and more hell if I know. Because truly–hell if I do (cue shoulder shrug). I watched Pride and Prejudice last week, a mere fifteen years after its release. In my defense, I didn’t get to watch many movies the first decade of this century (I did, however, see every episodeContinue reading “The Subtleties of Subtext”

Welcome to my normal

The cat and I have a ritual. She head-butts me, and I feed her. There’s more to it, really; she meows pathetically, and I apologize for the inconvenience of her hunger (even though I know she’ll only take two bites). I grab her food and pull back the tab–making a point to fashion a scoopContinue reading “Welcome to my normal”

Snowdust

My kid is wearing his brother’s coat and my shoes–the waterproof ones with the Sherpa lining. The coat is too big for his thirteen-year-old frame; surprisingly, the shoes are not. He stands in the middle of the driveway, looking out at the houses, watching. The trees are blanketed with white and blend seamlessly with theContinue reading “Snowdust”

A Dinosaur Walked Into A RadioShack… or “Should you add tech to fiction when you’re technologically stunted?”

Once upon a time… I discovered the secret to happiness; I downgraded to a $.99 phone. That’s cents- as in “less than a dollar.” It made calls, kinda. I could hear people on the other end. Mostly. And my texts were limited to one-word responses. There was no internet. No Facebook. Nary a selfie toContinue reading “A Dinosaur Walked Into A RadioShack… or “Should you add tech to fiction when you’re technologically stunted?””

Imaginings, reimagined

My favorite writing exercise this year (so far) was during a class called “Fairytales Reimagined.” The premise was just as it sounds; reimagine classic tales, and give them new twists. There were some very creative writers in that group; one rewrote Hansel and Gretel and turned them into incestuous cannibals who turn on each other after making tapa of theContinue reading “Imaginings, reimagined”

“So you write, huh? What advice do you have?”

The punctuation goes inside the quotation marks. The people asking for advice do not require rudimentary grammar lessons, nor am I, duty-bound as a “real writer” and all, sworn to deliver those lessons on a gleaming platter of sanctimony and pretentiousness. It’s because that comment is, without a doubt, the one I get back mostContinue reading ““So you write, huh? What advice do you have?””