Every semester I try to do the assignments along with my students partly as a way for me to keep up my own writing practice (I write things I turn in for my classes sometimes), and partly to experience for myself what my students experience when I walk them through a multi-stage writing prompt, or set draft deadlines at certain intervals.
Tag Archives: Life
I had a poem published yesterday in Backchannels Journal‘s Pandemic Issue, an instant publishing opportunity. I’ve been trying to write a poem every day in April, and the poem published was the one I wrote on April 1st. The poem is sort of a to-do list, or it contains to-do lists that are a littleContinue reading “To-do list”
And as a writer, I must think not only about how to adapt to that new publishing reality, but also think about how to be part of the movement that helps those positive changes remain.
Being at home all the time now means that I am levitating between on and off, a light switch halfway flipped, and the light bulb is flickering.
Moment to moment
Two thoughts that I feel should be in a blog post, though I don’t know how to make them cohere: Write the days; record this moment as if we were living through history. Because we are. I’ve seen tweets that implore the necessity of starting a journal now, of recording daily life now, because yearsContinue reading “Moment to moment”
Being green (with youth, with envy)
I am 26 years old now. This coming week, I’ll be turning 27. I’m still laughably, sickeningly young, and yet also worried that the youth card will be revoked soon.
Author Toolbox Blog Hop: Keep a little of your self for yourself
I sometimes worry that, although I am writing fiction, readers may try to “decode” the story by retracing my steps to find the original sliver of my reality that served as the starting point, and then take it one step too far to try and decode me.
I feared that I would end up putting so much time and effort into something that just wouldn’t work.
Author Toolbox Blog Hop: Learning how to write, part two
Now, I’m in Ames, nervous and excited and ready as I’ll ever be for this new phase of my writing life.
Coming back to New York felt like relaxing back into my original shape, like the easily-navigable grid of Manhattan.