Category: journal

  • Until this summer, I had never lived in an apartment with its own washer and dryer. Prior to July, washing my clothes (and, with disturbing infrequency, bed sheets) meant layers of strategic planning. Sometimes it meant hauling a wire cart, stuffed with sacks of musty bras, three blocks down Myrtle Avenue, to the nearest laundromat.…

  • Unfortunately, I am thinking about Substack again.  This latest period of anxious hyperfixation was brought on by the recent New Yorker article “Is the Next Great American Novel Being Published on Substack?” Though I think the answer is clearly “no,” the author of the New Yorker piece paints an of-the-moment portrait of literary life playing out…

  • Last month, I went to Japan for 12 days. It was the second time I have been there; the first with my husband. I had therapy the day before the trip and after I was done agonizing over all of the ways in which I could tragically die in a plane crash, I spent the…

  • How surreal that I have reached the of my novel-writing journey where I am querying agents! And when someone responds to my query asking to see the full manuscript, there is actually a manuscript to give! Absolutely mind-blowing stuff. Some, such as my partner and my parents, think that this is a victory in itself.…

  • Editing a Book I am in the midst of editing a novel and consequently each day is full of surprises. Will I wake and find I have written the most unreadable, godforsaken piece of text ever crafted? Or will I sit down at my computer and scroll through one delightful passage after the next, reassured…