sometimes we build walls

from that WIP I haven’t posted from in weeks Petal wakes to Bear sitting now, sitting on the floor and staring at his phone. The light of the phone is blue on his face and Petal wonders how much longer they can afford this hotel room, neither of them have been to work in months. … Continue reading »

Sightless, unless The eyes reappear

It’s weird somehow but for a long time you feel like you’re sleepwalking through life, like everything is not a dream walking, but rather a grey blur (and not gray, trust me, this one requires the e) and everything, like emotions are cold and distant things and everything is a cold and distant thing. Like what Woody … Continue reading »

the space where narrative exists

You know I’m thinking a lot of book and movie reviews and stuff like that, and I realize the ones I like the best (esp HTMLGiant’s new 25 points series) are the ones that talk about the reader’s life around and surrounding the book. Where the book doesn’t float and exist only as a series … Continue reading »

Icarus hopscotching past minotaurs

“As with chapter 34, so with the rest of Hopscotch: throughout, Cortazar’s language performs, embodying (sometimes physically, as with chapter 34) a feeling or idea that readers must collaborate in constructing. Cortazar chooses to perform because he does not believe his role as author is to feed information to a passive reader; rather Cortazar prefers that … Continue reading »

lunchtime thoughts on noisy elephant books…

So, I know I’m probably going to do this sometime sometime soon, and I know what I want emotionally and thoughtfully and ideally as works in this…small novellas that are highly surreal yet contain a lot of emotional depth.  Something that is complex, a form of magical realism that extends beyond the magical and the … Continue reading »