Who Is Invincible

Who Is Invincible

I have a very short story in the latest issue of Corium. It’s called “Werewolf”.

I finally sent out that Antarctica story. It’s one of the longer things I’ve worked on lately. I am crossing my fingers and toes that it finds a home.

Sometimes in my job I spend a lot of time playing with numbers and listening to music in a haunted mansion. I bought a notebook and started writing longhand again. I have more space in my life to write than I did when I was juggling three jobs, but I’m still learning how to carve out time for myself. I keep taking on freelance projects and side jobs. I spend some nights and weekends writing things for some people and teaching things to other people. It’s difficult to unlearn the perma-hustle.

In between work and work and running around Brooklyn, I’ve been thinking about comic books. I started listening to Rachel and Miles X-Plain the X-Men on my way to and from work. The X-Men are one of my favorite superhero teams of all time, and I am a sucker for completely bonkers continuity. Comics are a huge influence on how I think about fiction, and I am itching to write some superhero fiction after I get done with the tiny haunted house piece I’m working on.


Interfictions Online is Open for Submissions

Interfictions, a digital anthology of interstitial arts, is open to submissions from now until July 31st. I’m one of the people reading these submissions, so I’d be much obliged if you’d send some great stuff directly to my eyeballs. Our Submittable page and guidelines are here.

To get a feel for the sort of liminal things we’re looking for, check out the inaugural issue.

Unstuck Submissions Now Open

Unstuck, the journal I’m assisting this spring, is accepting submissions from now until March 13th.

Unstuck publishes literary speculative fiction.  Or, if you prefer, speculative literary fiction.  If you have a polished piece of specu-literary short fiction or poetry lying around, consider sending it our way.

If you’re curious, you can read more about Unstuck in this New York Times blurb or in this  CultureMap feature about one of our readings.

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FFFTTD Day 12: Find a myth, fairy tale, or legend. Retell it using motifs from another culture (real or invented).

Hey, guys. My return from a day trip to Fort Worth got unexpectedly delayed because it started snowing during my ride home.  This wasn’t a problem for me, native New Englander that I am, but the other Texas drivers on 1-35 slowed to a crawl.  I just got home, I’m very tired, and I’m not going to be able to get to this prompt tonight.

This is, however, a wonderful prompt.  So I might just try to double up tomorrow night.  Watch this space.

Oh, and go check out the other fighters’ responses.



Pinky and Olivia, are you guys still participating? I hope so, because I’ve been enjoying your responses.

Bad News Bears

I apologize, flash fiction fiends. 

After a bad bout of tendonitis this week, my doctor suggested a nix on typing for the weekend while my anti-inflammatory drugs kick in.

I’ll jump back in the game Monday.  In the meantime, check out what the other brilliant participants are writing.


I started looking for jobs about three weeks ago.  It was great spending the summer traveling, but even globetrotters have to pay rent.  The job hunt has been going better than expected.  I’ve been getting interviews at multiple places.  And one of them hired me.

I’m now a submissions reader for Tin House.  They send me 25 short prose manuscripts every two weeks.  I read them, take notes, and then forward my favorites to the editors.  It’s pretty neat to be a part of selection process.  This job only takes about 5 hours a week, though.  So I’m still looking for a job that will actually pay the bills.

My not-so-secret dream is to work in a comic book shop.  They’re never hiring, but I still got dressed up and submitted resumés in person to Floating World and Things From Another World.  Next I’m going to go bother Excalibur and Guapo Comics and Coffee.

Most likely, though, I’m going to end up working in education or in a kitchen.  And, if all else fails, I do have a few friends working for Steam who could get me a customer service job there.

I’ve also been submitting a few stories, mostly the pulpier genre ones, for publication.  I won’t say much more about that until someone foolishly decides to publish me.  Ah, day jobs.  Ones of the many joys of being a writer who isn’t independently wealthy.

Seriously This Time

For reals. Transmission in 3... 2...

Wow.  It’s nearly July.  I spent the last month in a state of hibernation-decompression.  I mostly slept, cooked, read a ton of books, and played Dragon Age: Origins until my eyes bled.  (Note to self: finish that half-baked essay on the narratology of video games.)  Then I went to Lake of the Woods, Ontario.  I stayed in a cabin by the late for ten days without phone or internet.  I caught fish, bashed their fishy skulls in, and ate them for dinner.  They were delicious.

I’m doing pretty okay.  I managed to move out of my apartment without incident and now I’m sharing a large sunny room with my boyfriend in a house that’s much nicer than it had any right to be.  I’ve been writing, strangely enough.  I’m leaning towards realism and half-finished speculative fiction stories that I abandoned years ago when I have no time.  Now I have an awful lot of time.  As Lorrie Moore said, “Now you have time like warts on your hands.”  Indeed.

You may have noticed I haven’t posted any part of my thesis here yet.  Frankly, after wrestling with the thing for a year I didn’t want to look at for a while.  I didn’t want to face the tiny bits of editing I’d inevitably do before sharing parts of it.  I wanted to stick it in a box and forget about it.  By now I have a little distance.

This week, for serious, I will start posting stories from my thesis.  This series will be probably be Thesis Lite.  No introduction or critical afterword, no filler, just the stories that I think turned out pretty okay.  Most, despite being published in thesis form, I’d still consider works-in-progress.  Feedback, as always, would be appreciated.

I Know Where The Summer Goes

It's lonely in the modern world.

I am mildly obsessed with Unhappy Hipsters.  I love modernist design.  (I regularly browse Design Within Reach despite the fact that their products will never, ever be within my reach.)  I love witty commentary.  This blog has both.  I like how it points out the inherent weirdness of architecture/design photography: because the gaze of the camera is focused on objects, people and animals are always small or peripherally in the frame.  They nearly always look like they are being threatened by or shut out of their environment.

I feel like each post is a miniature novel.

But enough of me analyzing Tumblr blogs.

I graduated from college.  I got a diploma and everything.  The day that I graduated, I got a letter from Tin House telling me that I won a scholarship to their summer writing workshop.  I’d quietly applied for the scholarship a month or so ago, not expecting I’d get it.

This is Very Exciting.

What else am I doing with my summer vacation?  All the traveling I missed out on while I was in school.  I’ve been saving my pennies over the last few years and now I get to smash the piggy bank.  I’m going to Lake of the Woods in Canada for ten days in June.  I’m going to Peru for two weeks in July.  And I’ll probably spend a week in New York in early August.  It’s nice to have far-flung family and friends.

It’s tricky for me to hold down a summer job while traveling around so much, so in the meantime I’m volunteering.  I visited Free Geek the other day to find out how to start their build program.  After that I might try to do some education work with them.  I also want to start volunteering with the ASPCA again, because dogs make me happy.

In mid-August I’ll start applying for jobs and/or internships in the Portland area.  If that doesn’t work I’ll head elsewhere for more enticing job markets.

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be posting excerpts from my thesis here.  Many of these stories are new versions of things you’ve seen before, but some will be brand new.  After a week of decompression, the dream juices seem to be flowing again.  I’m mentally composing a story called “Bone Soup”.  We’ll see where it goes.


There are things that happen.

Sometimes there are things that happen.

There is now a brief About section in existence. It may be expanded at a later date.

If you so desire, you can now subscribe to the A. is A. feed.

(I’m still working on that index.)

More fiction to come soon. I’m working on a larger project right now. It’s a collection of 3-4 linked stories. They are, in a very general sense, about love, displacement, time, and loneliness. And alligators. And dogs. And also sidearms. “Townie” was a draft of one of them. When they are all workshopped and polished I will post them in a staggered series over the course of a few weeks.

Patience is a virtue.

An Introduction To Your Sputnik Sweetheart

I am A. This is a place to collect my writing. I like to think that it looks more professional than a LiveJournal.

This is a place for things that are somewhat finished. No rambling personal angst, no proto-prose. Fiction. Non-fiction. Essay.

I mostly write short fiction. Some people seem to like it. I’ve been told that my work reminds people of everything from Haruki Murakami to David Lynch. That’s higher praise than I rightfully deserve.

I consciously and unconsciously emulate the writers I love.

There is an icon of Franz Kafka pinned to the inside of my rib cage and there is a candle besides it that is always burning. He is the central figure in my canon of literary saints.

There is something about the Russians that never fails to tug at me. There are many, many greats, but Dostoevsky is a particular favorite of mine. Notes from the Underground is a mirror.

I desperately admire the claustrophobic loneliness of Jean Rhys novels.

My contemporary writers are Haruki Murakami and Michael Chabon.

I like pulp. I like science-fiction. I like the transcendentalism of Philip K. Dick and the prophetic nature of William Gibson. I like comic books. I like Alan Moore and Warren Ellis and the mystic, manic Grant Morrison.

A lot of my writing falls under the vague category of “speculative fiction”. It is difficult for me to write straightforward fiction, though I try from time to time. I have too many dreamy ideas. I am always thinking about what could be.