In which Emma explores The Journal of Seven-Year-Old Emily Bolden and unearths another moment in The Life and Times of Mr./Ms. Turkey.
In which Emma talks a little about how awesome tightrope walking is and then posts her photos for the week.
In which Emma fights through her death plague to post her photos of the week.
In which Emma recounts the tale of a poor decision and somehow manages to avoid calling all her friends and talking about how her cats are going to eat her face.
In which Emma urges you to read Lorrie Moore’s Self Help. No, she means all of it. And right now. Why are you still reading this? GO!
Emma goes over the week that was, plus a day, since it was, well, a WEEK.
In which Emma describes her sordid affair with Poetry.
NaNoWriMo? Here we go.
Last week, something very unusual occurred: I was given a writing assignment by one of my students. This particular student is also the Opinion editor of The Georgetonian, Georgetown College’s student newspaper (a very good — and very funny — student newspaper, I might add). The assignment was to write an article comparing big schools, …
My officemate, the gorgeous and ridiculously talented Chantel Acevedo, tried for many weeks to persuade me to participate in NaNoWriMo. I protested and protested and protested, partly because of the post-NaPoWriMo exhaustion I felt in April, and partly because, I insisted, I don’t write fiction. On November 1rst, I was still resisting the idea. But …