March 2012
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February 2012
17 posts
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Currently revising. Putting in heart where there was no heart before.
I can’t help but to feel haunted… I keep having these dreams of people from my past… every night… I wish they would go away. I cannot pick up the phone and call any of them in my waking life.
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“I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me...”
– Maurice Sendak
Patrick Somerville just killed it on tumblr with flowcharts of good fiction and bad fiction.
It’s sad enough when I have dreams about old friends or lovers who no longer talk to me that I cannot even imagine what it’s like to be old and having the same dreams about those who are dead.
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Tweets from the past year:
Opened my snake’s cage tonight and said to him, “Hello Pol Pot.”
Was tempted to put ‘tumescence’ at the end of a list of communication methods.
“slugabed”
I have a big effin’ stack of crime novels in my house now. Also, licorice candy. I’m old.
There are men in this world who name The Monkees as their second...
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How I ended a cover letter for a job that I wrote today:
“I have left out: life in Singapore, the stories I’ve published, the upside-down shed currently in the backyard, the chocolate mousse I once prepared with chocolate made by French monks, that Carl Sagan’s Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors is one of my favorite books, my interest in brain science, my love for yoghurt, and also that for...