January 30, 2011
I apologize to anyone who is watching this space for my weekly post. I had absolutely planned to post today, but I’ve been sidetracked by social events, as well as events unfolding in Egypt right now. I have one eye on the goings-on in Cairo (partly because someone dear to me lives there right now), but I intend to post an entry within the next 24 hours. Stay tuned! Thank you for your patience, and continued interest. : )
Precious by Design
January 22, 2011
The most horrific sight greeted me when I scanned the news online the other day.
Honestly, I always say that the gods love to toy with me, that they are sitting around eating popcorn as they watch my life play out. I imagine that, as they’ve watched me struggle to move past my writer’s hang-ups, striving for excellence in every literary project I undertake, they’ve been cooking up this latest twist of fate: Snooki’s “novel”, A Shore Thing, has made the New York Times Bestseller List.
Can’t you just picture it?
God #1: Isn’t that sweet? Precious is writing more and more often.
God #2: Yeah, she’s showing so much hope and optimism.
God #3: BOR-ING. You know what would be funny?
Gods #1 and 2: We’re all ears. Whatcha got?
God #3: What if a drunken gnome with no talent whatsoever were to make it onto a well-regarded list for literary types? Would Precious not completely lose her shit?
All gods in unison: Brilliant.
I swear, they are trying to kill me. Read the rest of this entry »
January 14, 2011
I’ve been writing creatively since the age of seven. By the time I was eleven, I was turning in English assignments that had my teachers gushing that I would be a published novelist sooner than later. My mother, being all about science, believed that creative endeavors were frivolous at best, and used to nag me endlessly for getting lost in my writing notebooks instead of prioritizing my homework. Even though I got great grades, she never encouraged my literary dreams. I understand now that it was partly a generational thing, and partly that she just didn’t get it. In spite of this, writing was my first true love. Read the rest of this entry »