Month: April 2011

  • I don’t recall when exactly, whether it was before or after we arrived in the Galapagos, but I remember asking Andy how weird he thought it would be if something major happened while we were on vacation. Like Americans who were abroad during September 11th. How disconnected and helpless they must have felt. How clueless…

  • “I guess we’ve all left marks on each other’s stories. Sometimes bruises when we’re being whipped into shape, but what’s life without a few big black ‘X’s? Anyhow, I’m really glad to be part of this group. I can’t wait to see where we all end up.” My crit partner Stephanie said that in an email back in January, and it really stuck with…

  • Lazy

    Some days I just feel lazy. I don’t want to do laundry, I don’t want to vacuum, and I don’t want to wash the dishes. I don’t even want to blog. (Just kidding! Well, usually.) But these are things that need to get done, so putting them off doesn’t accomplish anything except a backlog of…

  • Home alone

    So it’s a Friday night and I’m home alone, hunched over my computer, with Sex and the City reruns on in the background. Glamorous writing life, no? In fairness, Andy’s out of town. On weekends we’d normally do stuff together. Or at least be boring together. But don’t worry, I’ve always been fine with just…