Forms are Fun

This past fall, theNewerYork, one of my favorite literary websites and purveyors of all things weird, launched a bureaucratic literature contest. The idea is that as theNewerYork builds its own experimental city of writing, this city clearly needs a governing body. And what is government without forms? The contest asked participants to "take the dull… Continue reading Forms are Fun

Don’t Read This, Dad

There comes a time in every writer's┬álife when she writes something she doesn't really want her parents to see. This is actually true of a lot of my work--it often veers into sexual territory, and by doing that, I deflate the preserved image my parents hold of me as still being only twelve-years-old. Well, it's… Continue reading Don’t Read This, Dad