Tag Archives: T.S. Eliot

Got a Long List of Dreck Troubles

Some writers travel seamlessly between fiction and nonfiction. For the past few months, I’ve been scribbling scenes and ideas for fiction into a notebook and the results are not what I’d hoped. There is something that rings so false in … Continue reading

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And indeed there will be time.

It’s spring break, bitches. Yesterday I saw a wonderful play written by a woman who worked with my father in television when I was a kid. I’ll call her Evelyn. I haven’t seen Evelyn in almost 30 years. Embarrassed and … Continue reading

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