I’m thrilled to share that you can now pre-order my novel, Jobs for Girls with Artistic Flair, on Amazon, Bookshop.org, Barnes & Noble, and elsewhere. It’s forthcoming from Pamela Dorman Books (an imprint of Penguin Random House) on the first day of summer, June 21, 2022. In other news: Like many working mothers, my work …
Have you ever wanted to do something for years, but never quite had the courage? Maybe it’s something that would seem trivial to other people (especially after the grievous weight of 2020-21) but for whatever reason, doing this thing would hold significance for you. I don’t mean something that depends on luck or the consent of …
When I was 19 years old, I started writing a novel about a tattoo artist named Gina Mulley. Over many years and 15+ drafts, almost everything about the book has changed. But its soul is intact, and Gina Mulley the tattoo artist is still here, and I’m here too, with this good news: My novel, Jobs …
I was sitting in the back row of ninth-grade math class and passing notes with my friend Rob, who liked Pearl Jam as much as I did. Rob and I were not exactly troublemakers but we were also definitely not Cool Kids and school was just so stupid and we were sort of mischievous. So …
“If I’m going to tell you the story of how I lost two people who were closer than blood to me, I have to begin here in Dennett, Texas, during the summer between the sophomore and junior years of my life. This story begins as it ends, with me, Cirilo Izquierdo, waiting for what all …
Continued from last week’s post, Field Notes from a Mother/Artist. It happened like this: One day I packed up my toddler son and my notebook and headed for the playroom at the public library, in hopes that the little one would amuse himself while I squeezed in a little writing. I settled in with my …
I have observed: The raising of both novels and toddlers involves urgency and mess. Both yell cryptic phrases at you, which they expect you to decipher and translate to the rest of the world. Both involve days of difficult, unpaid work that is, for years, invisible to the rest of the world. Also: Both will …
My bones started to creak. This seemed weird for a very healthy lady in her thirties. Or—it seems weird now. When it started, I wasn’t paying attention. We humans log so many bits of data in the course of a day; they don’t always nicely and promptly arrange themselves into patterns for us. Yes, I …
NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. Never done it! Going to try it. For six weeks now, I’ve been creating these little meditations on how to return to center when we’re distressed, dispersed and distracted. Writing fiction is a centering practice for me. I start to feel weird and cranky when I’m not doing it. Which is …
In eleven days, an election. You know, just a little run-of-the-mill, things-have-been-pretty chill-up-in-here election. (In seriousness: If you wanted a quick primer on the specific things at stake in the midterms, I liked this handy 5-point summary from Vox.) By the way, this is #5 in a series called Center. I’m writing this for you if «•» the news …