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But it was true for me…

But it was true for me…

No one likes being lied to.  Especially by a memoirist.  If even one event in a memoir is made up, it makes the rest of the story suspect. In autobiographical fiction, though, it’s okay if the author “lies” to us, because we go into the reading experience expecting, well, fiction.  Not real events. An article...

Ceremony: The Upstage, 2005

Ceremony: The Upstage, 2005

The night is cold, and our black tank tops, mini-skirts, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots provide no protection. But the club is only a block away, and we don’t want to pay the $3 to check our coats. At the door the bouncer checks our IDs, puts a big black X on each hand—we can...

Strange Fascination

Strange Fascination

I come from solidly working class people. We liked Garth Brooks and NASCAR. We prayed over each meal. We went camping. We hunted. We believed America was the best country in the world, and felt lucky to be born here. Those of us who were old enough to vote, voted mostly Republican. As I grew...

2015 by the numbers

2015 by the numbers

Writing 5 short stories published 1 essay published Approximately 56 blog posts published on TheRumpus.net Approximately 12 blog posts published on EleventhStack.Wordpress.com Submitting 4 stories accepted for publication (2 that were published this year were accepted in 2014) 10 submissions withdrawn because of acceptances elsewhere 73 total submissions to literary journals and chapbook presses Reading...

NaNoWriMo, obligation, and me

NaNoWriMo, obligation, and me

I’ve been hibernating for the past few months, thanks mostly due to a string of awful, seemingly never-ending migraines and the depression and hopelessness that always come along with them. But I am feeling better, and happy to get back to my normal routines and activities. Maybe this will sound familiar: It’s October. That means...