After a momentary set back yesterday (I woke up on the bitchy, unpleaseable side of the bed that was best served by not spewing rancid bile around the Internet. Lucky for you, I sent a lot of it to Christa in an e-mail so I’m back to being fucking perky). Last time I shared with you my spur-of-the-moment, not-too-thought-out list of my ten favorite books since I Will Dare started in 2000. Today, I’m gonna talk about music. You’ll be…
My favorite books of the past 10 years
So yeah, I Will Dare is going to be 10 on Saturday. To mark this momentous occasion I’m going to be making random Top 10 lists that may or may not have anything to do with the past 10 years. Today’s list, Favorite Books. It’s a little known fact that I’ve been keeping a list of every book I’ve read since 2002. For that reason alone this list might be weighted toward the books I’ve read since then. There are…
The irony of turning 10
The irony here is that on Saturday I Will Dare will celebrate it’s 10th Anniversary. It’s ironic because this month is probably the worst blogging month I’ve had in my blogging tenure. Blog. Some days I panic and worry that I’ve become a victim of the social media monster, spending all my wit in 140-character chunks that are instantly disseminated to my “followers” and “friends.” But then I only need look at my Twitter stream to realize that one to…
Bureaucracy is a bore
I wanted to read American Widow by Alissa Torres ever since I spied it on Largehearted Boy’s list of favorite graphic novels of 2008. When it arrived in a big box of books David sent me I was giddy. I was intrigued for years by the bare bones of the story — young woman loses husband on 9-11 while seven months pregnant. Yikes, right? So I was ready when I popped open the cover on a rainy Saturday — Kleenex…
From the advice-I-won’t-be-heeding file
Last week I had my first workshop in Short Short Fiction. For as much as I’m struggling with this class, it went really, really well. I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’m struggling because I’m still not sure about what makes something a short short story (aside from length). About 50% of the things we read feel like complete stories. They’re satisfying and don’t leave me thinking what the fuck. The other half of…
And apparently now Elizabeth Wakefield cries when she orgasms
It’s taken me over 72 hours to find the words to explain what happened on Thursday. Thursday started out like most any other day — peanut butter, apples, a little work, a little bit of “Roseanne.” But then the afternoon came and while trolling through the Google Reader I tripped over a link to Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Later. Oh, that fateful link where you could sign up to have the first chapter of the book e-mailed to you….