My fictional selves are like Charlie's Angels or intergalactic ninjas. They get so much done while wearing silver lamé bodysuits. Actually, there's no version of me that looks right in that kind of an outfit, but I make up these women--and then they irritate me. I'm so not a superhero. A few days ago I … Continue reading My Fictional Selves
Write Anyway
My students often talk about facing the blank page and not knowing what to say, not "feeling it." I go on and on about how I make myself write for an hour, no matter what (and that's qualified by days where chaos intervenes, and the weekends where mom doesn't even try to write). Today I'll … Continue reading Write Anyway
