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Why are campus satires so funny? Because anyone who has spent time in a college town can picture these characters down to the ground. Smiley’s sharp writing shifts pov all over campus; a sensitive and hardworking research hog, a local farmer who has plans to revolutionize farming if he can just get past the secretary [...]

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I’m not going to win this year but I will reach 25K, halfway. And I will work on this book for the rest of the year. And I will let someone else read it. Yesterday I was feeling very New Year’s Resolution time, a month early. Other resolution: make sure Caper gets 45 minute walk [...]

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Friday the Thirteenth

Happiness is cold pizza, hot coffee with cream, and 1000 words written before work.

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NaNoWriMo starts on Sunday

November for me has been a bitter cold slog of a month- too early to prepare for Christmas, too unpleasant outside for hanging around in graveyards and at the ocean. (Also, my dear mother passed away on 11/4/98 and this time of year inevitably reminds me of that.) Now that I celebrate National Novel Writing [...]

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vacation

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I brought this Smith novel along for a weekend with my vibrant college friends and tried to see them as these characters: no go.  Although there were some (extremely implausible) exciting plot points and a feminist core, it was buried under calorie fixation and pale blue tank tops.  Boring.  And even Sullivan’s buddies at the [...]

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Hope Brings A Turtle: Part One

I am sorting my old papers and finding some good writing Hope brought a turtle down to the neighbor’s pond. “That’s it, Snappy, Dad says you’ll be happy here.” She started crying, two knees in the mud. Snappy headed for the water, unperturbed. Instead of going home, Hope spied on the neighbors. There was a [...]

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About the book

It’s about suicide but god, it’s funny. So funny you stay up every night until you finish it. The tears still caught in your eyelashes when you reach over to turn out the light.

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Waiting to hear from Parsons

The football novel is dead. After careful discussion with Scottomatic in which all works of art are compared to the Big Lebowski, i.e. “It sounds like what you have is the rug, but you don’t have the kidnapping and all the stuff that happens afterwards.” It is true. All I had was the rug. And [...]

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where I’m writing

I Think I’m Gonna Win This Year!

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