I'm currently working on three stories:
One on my family's crazy antics,
One on my crazy fear of houses, called Labyrinths (which I am currently envisioning as the anchor for a possible book)
One on a very unreliable narrator who hates story telling

Feel free to bug me about any and all of these. God knows I can only work under pressure. :)

ps. For those of you who have heard about my current academic self-questioning, it seems like I'm finishing after all. I got lectured by one of the editors at the WSUP and she made some good points... so I'm stuck here for a while, it seems!

Here's my renewed efforts to keep this blog going. ;) Below is a poem I clearly wrote in the fall. Perhaps now it can warm us up and long for nicer weather!

It's about that time
When it should start
Looking miserable
Feeling miserable
Oppressed
Depressed...
But look (someone said)
It's a nice September night
And it's November
The leaves are most proud
To be yellow and brown
and red.
and on the ground.
Right about this time
I'll put the pain in the fridge
Get some cold wine
Hear some Sinatra
And life's so good again

It's about that time
When I'm ready again
Feeling electrified
Almost edified
And look (a song once said)
Were you born to resist?
The heat's already on
We don't need it,
We sure don't mind it!