Monthly Archives: October 2006

Today I wore jeans to work. I tell people that I’m a Constitutional Amendment. Have a fun one!

Yay, I made it. By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I admit I saved a few of these stories for next year, but I’m counting it toward this year’s reading. I only wish I had more time to wax poetic … Continue reading →

A quick post to note that I did come up with a list of favorite living, working authors. Thank heavens! 1. Michael Chabon2. Barbara Kingsolver3. Kate Atkinson4. T.C. Boyle5. K Ishiguro I’m sure there are more, and that readers may … Continue reading →

It’s Thursday, I’m tired. I thought I’d go for a Thursday 13, featuring my favorite fiction authors, in no particular order (and without including Shakespeare, who is a given): 1. Virginia Woolf2. Feodor Dostoevsky3. Edith Wharton4. Marcel Proust5. Ernest Hemingway6. … Continue reading →

Gripe 1) I hate Blogger. I had a really nice post and it crashed. Gripe 2) My job sucks. The people I immediately work with are nice, which makes it bearable. For the most part, other people in the company … Continue reading →

(Warning: gratuitous profanity and unwarranted snarkiness ahead. Kindly, goodhearted people should probably not read.) I wasn’t tagged on this meme, unsurprisingly, since my first reaction is: If I wanted you to know five things about me, I woulda told you. … Continue reading →

I’m borrowing this idea (modified somewhat) from SFP over at Pages Turned. I’m committing to Proust in 2007, with Eliot and Melville the next highest priorities. My criteria: 1) I focused on world lit, not simply English lit, and a … Continue reading →

Is it possible to be a sheepish kitten? If so, that would be….Me. While I didn’t win a recent fiction contest, the editor notified me that he accepted my story. I am considering graciously withdrawing, on the pretext of further … Continue reading →

Be it ever so humbling…there’s nothing like a fiction rejection or a lost fiction contest to bring a kittenish writer to her knees. It’s as if a giant, muscle-bound Universe stood toe to toe with me and said, “Me, Tarzan! … Continue reading →

Cross-posted at A Curious Singularity This story opens in an omniscient view — from the eye of God, the merciless glare of the universe — upon the microcosm world of the Kew Gardens. Woolf particularizes this world, of flower and … Continue reading →