She said to me, “It’s time to start the novel again. Start over on page one, and write the whole thing without stopping. Don’t question; don’t worry. When you get to a stuck spot, just keep writing through it. Start now.” I wanted to scream. I wanted to run to the hills. But oddly,…
Folks have been asking me lately how the book is coming along, so I thought I’d give an update. I sent the manuscript of The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight to my new editor Julia over two weeks ago. She is working on it now, and should have her edits and comments back to…
The other night I find myself watching the pilot episode of Ryan Murphy’s new TV show American Horror Story. I am terrified. It’s actually so creepy that all I want to do is shut it off, step away from the download, and walk in fields of wildflowers with the entire cast of Glee in broad…
I remember going to E.C Hughes Elementary School in West Seattle with my mother so she could register me for kindergarten. I don’t know how long we were there that day. I don’t know if I met Ms. Young, who would soon be my kindergarten teacher. I can’t recall if I ate anything, did anything,…
