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Showing posts from January, 2018

Halfway to Miklagarth!

I have written 50,000 words of Matka Danu Miklagarth!

It took me six times longer than a NaNoWriMo winner to get this many words on the page, but... Let's just say, I hope this manuscript is already six times better than either of my NaNoWriMo victories.

Meanwhile, the university where I dropped out of grad school is in the international news for its enabling of a monster sexual predator who has abused triple-digit numbers of children and teenage girls over the past 20 years or more, resulting in the lifelong trauma of hundreds of people and even some suicides. Bravo, a**holes. I dropped out of my grad program at precisely the moment I received confirmation from one student mentor, one advisor, and one professional in the field that this career trajectory would not enable its graduates to seek systemic changes in dysfunctional systems. "If you want to do that, you could call your senator," they said. Done and done.

Meanwhile, the high school I fled as a teen because it e…

Dolores of Our Dreams

I came of age singing along with Dolores O'Riordan. The Cranberries were an alt-rock band like no other, in many ways ordinary and timid and rough-edged, and in that sense exactly like all the tweens and teens who heard their tenderest feelings made beautiful in a voice both sweet and strong.

Dolores was so young and inexperienced at the height of her fame, and yet her singing expressed complex emotion with the musical precision of a disciplined artist. She was a shy, fragile girl who seemed to have been chosen by the gods as a mouthpiece.

We love you, Dolores. You'll always be on the Discman of our dreams.

The Story of Us

The "autobiographical first novel" doesn't always come out in one solid block of naive writing. Sometimes it fractures, as in a "fractured fairy tale," and it becomes a theme that runs through many novels in an author's canon.

I just read Commonwealth by Ann Patchett, which she describes to NPR as the closest thing to her own "autobiographical first novel," which she never produced in her youth. Instead, she wrote many novels about people and places totally unlike those in her own experiences growing up, but each was about a group of people thrown together unexpectedly and forced to create a community. This concept draws upon her experience growing up in a blended family, which she explores more explicitly in Commonwealth, hilariously splitting the character based on herself into two people: "the young woman who's saying, 'here is my story' and... the old author who is saying, 'I'm going to sell you out and take your sto…


I was so busy working on my New Year's resolutions that I almost forgot to post about them! Here it is, only the 5th day of January, and my goals are getting #accomplishedAF. (I feel like Jane Austen would use that hashtag, don't you?)

Anyway, there's nothing like a subzero polar bomb vortex sharknado, or whatever is going on during this winter break, to help a lady focus on her domestic accomplishments. Here is the status of each of my 2018 resolutions:

Finish watching The Mindy Project.

We got to the beginning of Season 5, several episodes after Mindy Kaling's obvious lip injection. (I'm not judging, just noticing.) My favorite scene so far was Jody throwing nuts out the window of his apartment at Mindy during an old man-baby tantrum. God help me if we don't finish TMP before the next season of Victoria starts up on PBS, because I love me some soapy drama with hot dudes and amazing wardrobes, but I am not used to watching that much TV.

Complete my second nove…