Month: January 2016

  • How and why

    I’m not the only writer who’s fascinated by the processes of inspiration, composition, and revision, but horrified by the processes of self-promotion. And  I do mean full-on gothic trauma complete with repressed guilt rising monstrously from a shallow grave and chasing me through the Cemetery of Dead Projects. Brave heroine that I try to be, […]

  • Thanks David Bowie

    …for giving me permission to become a scary monster. Sigh Like Twig the Wonder Kid A party tonight with real boys / who needs trouble Better the problems of representing shadow Electric snap of static when fingers touch vinyl then the amplified hush as needle meets its groove Better to ponder freakishness / whether the […]