No One Has a Wattpad Phase Anymore
We’re seeing the consequences of writers playing hooky from the Wattpad/AO3/Fanfiction.net School of S—ty First Drafts.
My Best Friends’ Babies
Every glimpse of my people I see in these little faces is extraordinary.
Back to Pen and Paper
Soon the crisp paragraphs are surrounded with chaotic towers of written words, the columns teetering precariously.
Po as Christ Figure (My Latest Lunch Heresy)
They expected someone like Tigress—a fierce, intimidating fighter—not a food-service worker whose belly occludes his view of his toes.
Desire for Meaning
Day-to-day I felt evaluated on my ability to play corporate respectability politics.
The Art of Skedaddling
I didn’t stick around the dining hall to chat and took the less populated path back to the dormitory with my dinner containers and my umbrella in tow.
on grief and the changing of the seasons
And when did winter end?
Work-A-Day Pooms, Vol. 1
Plus I’ve never maintained any sort of consistent writing practice and might’n’t that be nice?
House Meeting
We need to know your end of life plan for when the obituary drops.
My Unabridged Thoughts on Dune
I wish I was a Bene Gesserit witch.
