Thursday, September 11, 2014


Today was non-existent. I watched some tv and ate some chorizo and eggs. And some multi-colored organic carrots. I'm starting to sort of see my jawline again. Which is cool. Maybe I'll write about my day tomorrow. I might go to the DMV for a new driver's license, as my expires in a little over a week. I don't really identify as Texan yet. But I guess my identification will show otherwise. Maybe I'll follow suit. 'Night y'all.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

where does it go?

Time. It's been more than two months? For real? I guess I haven't had much to tell. Went some places, read some books, did some readings, sweated a lot because it is 7000 degrees in central Texas, ate too much, and that's about it. So pack up and head on out. Nothing to see here, folks.

Kidding. I'm sure I'm forgetting things. I know I always blab about my book, but I really like having it. Something I can tell people about and they go is it on Amazon? And I go yeah, and they pull it up on their phones and there it is. My little book. It really is little. You can (and should) fit it in your pocket. If you felt like buying one to put in your pocket or elsewhere, but mostly to read, it is on sale from my publisher, Curbside Splendor, right now. And, yes, you can get it from Amazon and other fine online booksellers if you felt like it.

So, I'm excited about going back to the Bay Area in October for Lit Crawl/Litquake, at which I will be reading for the wonderful reading series, Inside Storytime. I will also be having an outrageously fun belated Oakland book launch party, hosted by Vouched, to be held at a place yet to be determined, but I'm pretty sure I know where. I'll let you know. I moved right before the book came out, so I didn't get to celebrate with my bay friends. Keep the evening of Friday, October 17 free if you're in the area. It will be epic.

Hmmm. What else? Well, I was gaining some weight and feeling sort of down about myself, and Weight Watchers and other diets are kind of ridiculous, so I did some research, and I'm doing this pretty strict thing called Whole 30, which is basically 30 days of very strict Paleo eating. No artificial crap or sugar or grains. I have to cook because they don't make prepackaged stuff, and it's kind of fun. The protein part is hard because I have pretty much never cooked meat or fish and I am sick of eggs after only a week, but it's good for me. And I feel better and under more control of my life, and I'm not craving anything. Even though you know I loves me my competitive cooking shows, so I am always observing delicious-looking foods.

So, I was watching this show I think is called Bizarre Foods (non-competitive, but I like the host) and he was at the Minnesota State Fair where this cookie stand sells overflowing buckets of chocolate chip cookies. And I sat there thinking those look good, but I did not go to the airport and buy a ticket to Minnesota or even to the HEB to buy some Chips Ahoy. I just thought how weird it was not to have cravings or feel that sort of desperate hunger that comes with eating artificial junk and sugar. Trust me. I am not evangelical. I'm just feeling better after a week, so I thought I'd tell you about it because it's something to tell.

Other things: I went to this Meetup group for people to get together and write, and the leader didn't show up, so it was sort of a loose bunch of us chatting, and these two very young guys started talking to us, and, long story short, they were driving cross-country, and one was writing a novel about it, and they were very sweet and I let them sleep on my floor. Even after the things I've been through, I have good intuition. Plus, I could totally have taken them. They were mere children who didn't appear familiar with free weights or food that didn't come in a plastic bag. Sweet guys. I also met this Australian guy driving a van across the country at another Meetup group for people to meet people and play board games. I learned, yet again, that I am too competitive, and therefore don't enjoy playing board games, but I ended up taking this guy (who has a girlfriend and was a perfect gentleman) to my favorite divey karaoke bar, and we played a little pool and did a little singing. I like strangers. It's easier to navigate interactions with strangers. I'm working on that.

The wind is blowing and I hear noises and sometimes I think I have ghosts or the other thing is happening again or that I'm just overly vigilant and sensitive to noises. I'm betting on the last.

Noah's doing great.
He says hey.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

some things i can't say

My brother told me to stop posting anything remotely personal online. So did my dad. Much as I dislike being told what to do, it's probably smart. So, here I am, with nothing to say, because the things I want to say are about things that could come back and bite me. And I am prone to being bitten.

If I haven't said it outright (and I believe this passes the father/brother rule because it is pretty easy to find out with basic knowledge of the internet), I moved to Austin, which I wanted to do for quite awhile. Somebody once said to me that Austin loves me. And it did. We had a lovely vacation romance. But Austin doesn't seem to like me that much on a permanent basis. Maybe you should go home, it says. I don't have a home, I say. Well, where did you come from? California, right?  I don't like Californians that much. You come here and make the price of real estate go up. I say, well, I'm not buying anything and your rents are too high. And everyone here drives really scary and tailgates and stops short and yells at you when you make mistakes. And Austin says, they're my roads. Deal with it. Go back to your 12 lane freeways and signs that are pretty easy to follow. Don't expect me to change for you. And I say, I just want you to be like you were before. And Austin says, more gently, I didn't promise you anything. And I say, no, you really didn't. I guess I just hoped this time would work out. And Austin says, I'm sorry. And I'm also sorry about what I'm doing to your hair. I say, it's ok. I knew humidity wouldn't do good things for it. Austin says Seattle and Portland look like good places for me. Or Alaska. The men way outnumber the women there.

It's not that bad. Or even bad at all, really. I just live kind of far from where the good stuff is and there's some other stuff. And I joined this writing group that I was excited about and it didn't work out. And everyone here is very young and very attractive and very cool, and I might have missed my window by about 15 years. They drink a lot of fresh juice here, too. Juice is very popular. Delicious, too. Juice and beer is what they drink here. Not together. I sort of like beer now, when it's very, very cold. I knew it would be hot here and it is. And that is why I enjoy cold beverages.

I have been doing Weight Watchers because, well, for the same reasons anyone does Weight Watchers. To try to stop being fat. Not working so great. I think I will give in and drink juice. And get a different haircut, maybe with a stripe of dark red in it. Maybe drinking the juice will make me very thin and I will be able to wear anything and look good doing it.

I know it's only been two months. There are things I cannot say. But I'm glad Austin and I had this little talk. I think we can work it out.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

shameful bragging and giant beanbags

My book was officially released on Tuesday!!! It was mostly a great day. People seem to like it. I have been, and honestly still am, pretty terrified that nobody will buy it, read it, like it ... But I've heard some nice things so far. Here are some of those nice things:

4/25: Atticus Review: Interview with Mark Cronin.
6/16: Two Birds One Stoned: Interview with Jess Stoner and readings.
6/19: Midnight Breakfast: Excerpt from book with commentary by Rebecca Rubenstein.
6/20: The Rumpus: Mention in "This Week in Short Fiction" column by Jill Schepmann.


6/24: Largehearted Boy: Book Notes column with author playlist.
TBA: Grab the Lapels: Interview with Melanie Page

More to come!

Also had a wonderful book launch at Malvern Books in Austin. More readings TBA, including one at Book People in Austin. The awesome folks at Curbside Splendor have worked tirelessly to get the book into as many people's hands as possible, and are lining up reviews and readings and things faster than I can respond.

In keeping with the general bragginess of this post (ugh - sorry), I am super excited to FINALLY have made Wigleaf's Top 50 (very) short fictions of last year, which came out on 5/31/14. My story One Week and a Day, published online at Tin House on 7/19/2013 is in the top 50, and another story, What Morning Is, published in Matchbook in August of 2013 was on the longlist. I was just as excited that stories that ran in Corium were also recognized, with one in the Top 50 and four on the Longlist.

In some non-braggy news, my move to Austin has been somewhat bumpy. Moving costs a LOT. But I am glad to be here. Though I have no furniture and will not be able to afford any for a long time. I have longing dreams of owning this beanbag one day. It is only $2,500. I am going to be very nice to people so they will contribute to my (as yet imaginary) beanbag fund. Isn't it fabulous????! (I am envious of the lady, but she will need to get out of my beanbag when the time comes.)

I think that is pretty much it, braggy and non-. Check out the book, if you get a chance. My friend Ravi told me there were three copies in the Barnes and Noble in Rochester, NY, which made me nervous and happy. Mostly happy.

I like having good news. I will try to have some again soon. Meanwhile, I will continue to have a giant crush on the giant furry beanbag. I'll let you know if the affection is reciprocated. At $2,500, I can say with pretty much absolute certainty that it will not. A girl can dream.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

i am here

I might have mentioned a time or 50 that I have a book coming out. It's been coming for awhile and it will be here on June 10, and I'm going to just say that I'm proud of this work. I am not a prolific writer. It has almost everything, and I hope people read it. You can order it at Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or Powell's, or at a lot of places where you can order books online, or directly from the publisher, where it is on sale, at present. There will also be a good number of copies available on the shelves of Barnes and Noble stores across the country, as well as in other stores, especially those that promote independent literature/small presses!! Maybe you could go in and check it out, read some, read it all sitting on the floor, or buy one if you feel like it. And if you do feel like it, and you feel like also getting a personal note of thanks, detailing how pretty/handsome/kind/generous/brilliant/etc. you are, or you want a handmade bookmark (I warn you, I am not crafty) or something along those lines, drop me a comment or send me an email at

Also, I moved! Not in the sense of walking from the sofa to the refrigerator, but in the sense of now I live elsewhere. It is a very large state where sometimes people wear awesome boots. It is a wonderful city and, three weeks in, I'm calling it as an excellent decision and patting myself on the back. Metaphorically. I have a wonky rotator cuff and very little flexibility due to that exercise program of sofa to refrigerator. As I no longer own a sofa, I am hoping to exert myself in other, more healthy ways.

What's kind of cool is that my book, which is a novella and short fiction, is called If I Would Leave Myself Behind, which is the name of a story published a few years back, when I was thinking of moving here. And now I'm here. And I didn't leave myself behind, but I'm starting at a better place. And here is a kind review published by Atticus Review, the journal in which the story first appeared.

One last thing. I am very tired, so everything is kind of out of order and maybe doesn't make sense. Everything is not perfect. Expecting perfect is  a loud, booming order for a gigantic helping of disappointment. I do expect more from this place and myself. So far, so good. I'll start making a bookmark or two, just in case.