By the week’s end, it will be November. Writers the world around are gathering themselves for National Novel Writing Month, and I, like I’ve done for years, am circling it. I’ve already started my new novel, and it doesn’t fit into the 50,000-word template. I know my own process well enough to know that trying … More a work in progress
I have the luxury of being able to write this from the sweatpants-clad comfort of fall break. For two days, students are (theoretically) able to study and prepare for the mid-term onslaught, and professors are (theoretically) able to grade and prepare for the same. I’ve been doing my part, trundling pretty happily through English literature … More give me stitches
I think I watched six minutes of Game Four of the Stanley Cup Final, and that was the balance of the end of hockey for me. And that hurts me, somewhere in my hockey heart (damaged goods at the moment, thanks to Pittsburgh’s fizzled season and off-season travail). It’s unsettling, too, that I can’t quite … More connecte(d)isconnected
