(Not) Talking during trailers at Scene Missing

I can count the number of video games I’ve actually played—or tried to play—on one hand.  It’s not from a lack of interest, but more a lack of experience.  I can never remember which button is where, or what it does, so the only times I played Little Big World with my fiancé, I spent…

I became a resident of Naked City

Naked City?  Do I have to get naked?  Or is it just some kind of metaphor for the process of stripping yourself bare by reading your writing in front of strangers? I am a stranger in my own city.  I knew this when I entered The Warhorse Cafe for the first time and could only…

Some Books I’ve Read in 2013

It’s that time of year when people like to look back on the months past and evaluate how it’s been.  What better time to briefly consider some of the books I’ve read this year?   1.  Finishing Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott Bird by Bird is definitely my favorite book about writing I’ve ever…

The writing life

I don’t have a good, concrete reason why I haven’t updated since October.  I know last semester I got caught up in things that were going on, personal struggles, and simply getting any creative writing done in the midst of that was an accomplishment.  Like other things, this blog fell by the wayside a bit….

Summer reading

I’m currently reading Azadeh Moaveni’s Honeymoon in Tehran.  I would have read it a lot sooner, but I was just too cheap to buy the hardback copy when it was first released.  Sometime around then, or perhaps a year earlier, I had read Lipstick Jihad, Moaveni’s first memoir, and loved it. I’m nearing the end…

Book People Unite!

I remember being read to, but I don’t remember learning to read. I just don’t remember ever having trouble with it.  It wasn’t like learning to read analog clocks—something that actually took me a while.  At one point I even pledged never to own an analog clock, but to always have digital ones. My memories…

Mini-update: Stage Fright

When I think of my much younger self, I imagine a wild-child unafraid of nearly anything.  I was the kind of kid who waded through creeks barefoot and hung upside-down from the highest branches possible; but most of all, I was known for pretending to sing opera music as loud as I could, regardless of…