To the Non-Sports-Fan

Sorry, I’m a little distracted. Remember that feeling you had when they announced the Star Wars prequels? And you didn’t even have the faintest suspicion that they could possibly suck? How about that feeling when you read that awesome book and then you found someone else had read it too, and then it became a […]

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My Career in the Mob (Or: Mindset is everything.)

My first job after college was working the night shift at a store downtown. I frequently had to close the store alone and catch the last Red Line east to get off at the lonely, rickety East 120th rapid stop. (If I was lucky and got out before midnight. Otherwise I had to wait for […]

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Life is Graded on Participation

As mentioned before, I was a medieval reenactment fighter (SCA).  I was super bad at it, too. How bad? In ten years of fighting, the farthest I ever made it in a double elimination tournament was three rounds.  For comparison,  an eggplant with a sword taped to it will automatically last two rounds in a double-elim. […]

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I was a teenage monster

In sixth grade, we were given the assignment to draw a self-portrait and then write six words that described ourselves. It was a lesson on adjectives. I picked “Obnoxious”, “Fat”, “Loquacious”, “Stupid”, “Grotesque”, and “lazy.” I was bitterly proud of my vocabulary.  (“Loquacious” was my attempt to be nice to myself but I knew it […]

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Princessing

We were at Aunt Grace’s farm and her sons were playing battle in the snow.  I wanted to play, too. They said I could be the princess they fought over. There was an igloo that would be my ‘tower’ and we set icicles in the doorway for bars.  One of the boys was my ‘guard’. […]

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Crap

When I was sixteen, I attended my first writing workshop, bringing with me my first attempt at a short story.  It was a first draft, all rough, no editing, no outline beforehand. It was everything you would expect from a sixteen-year-old’s first short story. In a word, it was crap. I can say that, honestly, […]

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Stunted Stories

So, why did I whine about my low self-esteem on a writing blog? Because of this: Low self-esteem destroys stories. Say you have an idea – a brilliant, simple idea. (It could also be a piece of crap, but for this exercise it is brilliant and simple.) I’m going to write a story about how […]

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