Author Archives: lucy

June 16 blocked in the info I needed to add to make crux decisions bare. it’s ugly but I am a little tired from last few days. tomorrow is two days off for go visit family. I should read that … Continue reading →

June 15: got up an hour earlier hoping to be able to work an hour longer but met myself halfway. Finished redrafting the hard section end of first chapter about Frank. Was able to take out some words. Not sure … Continue reading →

and again. June 11: back to NC. Listening to 1984 audiobook. June 12: rest. second season of handmaids tale a) hard to have competing simultaneous dystopias b) season 1 was a beautiful adaptation; season two becomes mediocre tv series. tragic … Continue reading →

speculative fiction about a society in which there are no contests of any kind. here’s another one, how to make some money learning something new. offer a class people pay for in a thing you want to learn — you … Continue reading →

I can not even access content until certain aspects of form are resolved. With genre some of those considerations are in place and as a fiction writer I was always not taking for granted a lot of what most workshops … Continue reading →

I watched the first season with fascination during a time a few years ago when I was spending days in a mental hospital visiting someone I love. Recently, I watched most of the rest of it– well, I watched some … Continue reading →

About novel and the underglaze of reference and the theoretical. An ongoing uneasiness and sometimes terror of not knowing and not understanding and being uninterested in or incapable of understanding in the ways that variously exist or are performed by … Continue reading →

for editorial comments. since a good meeting last week  it feels like I rewrote the hell out of the first chapter– which I think I first wrote in 2010? And rewrote 2-3 times per year ever since?– this time in … Continue reading →

could I ever write something like poems (but not poems) for/to television sincerity by which I mean the kind that can only be produced within or b/c of the layers of banality and scriptednesses– I saw in your eyes that … Continue reading →

thinking fairly regularly about this peculiar, formative, and possibly ruinous reading habit I developed as a child of skipping names and dates. Can you believe it? Something in my brain rejected the abstract at such a basic level that I … Continue reading →