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little green men.
When I was younger, I believed in aliens. I believed in them earnestly, actually, without question, and I was convinced my brother was an abductee. You couldn’t tell; there wasn’t some trait or...
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Agnes & BB; part five.
Agnes & BB is a bi-weekly fiction series that I’m writing in conjunction with Amanda. We’ll be telling the same story from the perspective of two different characters. You can read BB’s story...
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Agnes & BB; part six.
Agnes & BB is a bi-weekly fiction series that I’m writing in conjunction with Amanda. We’ll be telling the same story from the perspective of two different characters. You can read BB’s story...
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twenty-two weeks gone.
My mom, on the phone, says I must be a carrier. Two people have gotten sick around me in two weeks. I’ve been taking lots of Vitamin C and I feel fine, so far. She laughs when she says it. She says I...
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the first sentence.
I lived in New York for four years and never really fell in love with it. There are parts I love, sure, like the Bethesda Fountain and the three archways under the terrace in Central Park. The...
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inspiration.
Inspiration is sometimes hard to come by and sometimes overflowing. I think I figured this out when I was really young but I didn’t know how to articulate it until I was older. Until I was,...
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first times.
The first time I ever did laundry, I forgot to put soap in. I realized this when I took the clothes out and they were soaking wet but still dirty. I asked my mom if I had to run them through again and...
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hair.
In August my hair starts to grow back. I notice one morning after blow-drying it. My forehead is fringed with a thin layer of new, wispy bangs. There are one-inch strands of hair that start at my...
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glow.
In Mexico, at 16, I went on a night dive with my brother. The darkness made me disoriented. It was hard to keep a steady buoyancy. It was hard also not to panic—all that water and all that blackness,...
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spain in black and white.
I find the rolls of film in a desk drawer. I’ve been moving around a lot- New York to Connecticut to Scotland to Los Angeles- and things are resurfacing. Lost things are being found. Two rolls of...
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three times.
When my mother was younger, she was in a tornado. The thing picked up her car and spun it around and left it upside-down and crushed inward. Or something. Every time she tells the story, some small...
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in the desert, part one.
It’s been a year exactly since the last time I made the drive to Joshua Tree. S and I plan to leave early on the day after Christmas, but it’s nearly ten by the time we drag ourselves out of the...
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a thank you, a giveaway.
Today marks one month exactly until the release of my first book, THE HALF LIFE OF MOLLY PIERCE. It feels impossible that in just a month, anyone in the world will be able to get their hands on...
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guest post- how to become a successful author.
I stopped by Addicted Readers to talk a little bit about my writing routine, and how I know when it’s the right time to break it. Write every day. Write for fifteen minutes or a half an hour or as long...
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the day before.
This week arrived out of nowhere. This week! I’ve been waiting for this week for two years, for my entire life. I’ve been imagining the way it will go. I’m imagining the ways in which it will be...
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the first chapter.
My first novel came out on Tuesday. The past two days have been amazing & ridiculous. I cannot yet put them into words. So here is the first chapter of the book. I hope you would consider...
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2 hot 2 live.
It is too hot to do anything. In Connecticut, the humidity was like a fluid blanket you couldn’t get out from under. I come back to LA and it’s no better. It is too hot to write. The words stick at...
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summer’s end.
Lately I have been doing so much work there isn’t room for anything else. I wake up and make coffee with eyes still closed against the morning light. I work in bed with the pillows propped up behind...
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dirt.
A little short story I wrote is up on Medium. (It features a photograph of these same trees in a different season.)
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what comes next.
Yesterday my car was struck in a hit & run, two weeks ago my cat had surgery from which he may or may not recover, and today I finished a read-through of a first draft of a new book and sent it to...
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