Furlough 21

One of the most difficult things to untangle yourself from as a writer are all the stories we’d told ourselves or that we’d read in bios or that we’d fantasized about or told to us by teachers and professors and other writers, published or otherwise. These stories are all bullshit. Continue reading “Furlough 21”

Furlough 19

Me before I write: Okay, I’ll give myself fifteen minutes and then I want to read and do some yoga and watch a movie and then take a nap and then have some lunch and then…

Me two seconds after I sit down to edit: Yeah I’ll be here all day Continue reading “Furlough 19”

Furlough 13


It’s coffee day. Most days it’s green tea or at the most yerba mate. It was a rough night with a lot of tossing and turning. I also had another nightmare. This one involved Dennis Hopper’s character from Blue Velvet chasing after me with this family of freakish humans in tow. Frigging David Lynch. Love him and hate him.  Continue reading “Furlough 13”

Furlough 11


Today I woke up with mindset on my mind.

I spent about three hours editing three poems and took my usual fifteen minutes to read through the first draft of my new novel. 

It feels scary and hopeful and exhilarating and good to be doing this. Continue reading “Furlough 11”