A Rejection, but . . .

No rejection is easy, but I had the closest thing to a “good” rejection today, I suppose, when an editor e-mailed to say that, while the story I sent them wasn’t quite right for their magazine, my writing style suits them, so I should try them with something else. I can certainly understand. Not every…

The Backup Singer

I’ve always kind of wanted to be a backup singer. I like to sing, and I’m not terrible at it, but there’s something in me that prefers a supporting role. Like in school, when I chose to help choreograph the dance team rather than perform. (Though I have truly enjoyed the times I’ve been on…

Premiere: “Warm Bodies”

So, finger bandaged (and yes, it IS difficult to type), I went down to Connecticut to see the premiere of “Warm Bodies.” It went well, and I received many complements on the play. It advanced to the finals, and so was performed a second time the next night—alas, it didn’t win, but I’m glad to…

Surgery

Had surgery this morning on my right index finger. Complicates my writing a bit, but the alternative would have been a permanently painful and deformed finger. It’s not even that I injured myself or anything; my fingernail started growing a weird, subcutaneous spur. Huh. Anyway, huge bandage on my right hand for the next week.…

Hoodies

I am a writer who inhabits places that can become chilly and/or wet at a moment’s notice. So while I’m not proud of it, I do wear hoodies. I don’t like hoodies. It’s just that they’re so damn convenient for places that may be windy or misty, or for going from cold to warm and…