My Life with Donald Duck

When I was a toddler, my parents found a stuffed Donald Duck toy at a garage sale for twenty-five cents. I don’t know the details of the story – if I found it and begged for it, or if they just thought I’d like it. Regardless, it would become my favorite of all my toys.Continue reading “My Life with Donald Duck”

TV Shows to Be Buried With, Part Two

Here are the answers to the second six questions Goldstein asks on his podcast. To read the first six, see last week’s post. What is the sexiest TV Show? — Queer as Folk (the 1999-2005 Showtime series). And not just because there is sex in the show (which there is quite a lot – IContinue reading “TV Shows to Be Buried With, Part Two”

TV Shows to Be Buried With, Part One

When I did the original blog posts about Brett Goldstein’s podcast Films to Be Buried With, I kept thinking – if I could include a TV show, this category would be SO much easier to respond to (looking at you, ‘most relatable’ question). So I thought, why not answer the same questions with TV shows?Continue reading “TV Shows to Be Buried With, Part One”

Pretober – Voice

When you think of point of view, think of the “central intelligence” of your story – it is the thing that operates the eyes, ears, memory, and revelations, the thing through which your narrative is sifted and makes its progress. It is indicated by the pronouns that we use. In first person, we use I/me.Continue reading “Pretober – Voice”

Pretober – Plotting

Kurt Vonnegut said, ‘I don’t plot my books rigidly, follow a preconceived structure. A novel mustn’t be a closed system – it’s a quest.’ Others, like the author of Room Emma Donoghue, prefer to have a guiding base structure. She notes that ‘Some writers can produce marvelous plots without planning it out, but I can’t.Continue reading “Pretober – Plotting”

Love Letter for a Writing (and Reading) Buddy

I still remember when I took my first creative writing course in undergrad and the terror I felt when I learned about workshop and that we’d be doing this in class. Other people would read what I wrote. For the first time. Ever. In my life. And then talk about it in front of me.Continue reading “Love Letter for a Writing (and Reading) Buddy”