Why I Write Fiction

Sometime last winter, I posted on a temporary page that I had going on that I was going to write this particular thing, and then I was going to write that thing, and then I was going to write this other thing. Then I looked at it and I thought, but, I don't do that, … Continue reading Why I Write Fiction

I Could Write All Day

Of the nights I spent in love with you I could write all day though hindsight has seen fit to show me that it was never quite that way so I'll pretend I'm not in love with you and then there's nothing left to say. 1/31/95 I've been sifting through old notebooks. Getting back to … Continue reading I Could Write All Day