Is it because I've been up since 4:30 a.m. and grading final papers all day or the wintry dark outside the kitchen window that made me think it's too late to cook dinner? Have I lost hope because I have so much left to grade or because *checks time* it's not even 8 p.m.? God, I need some pasta.

Don’t know if you’ve see this one, @meakoopa.bsky.social

Leonard Koscianski, American (1952- ), Birds of a Feather, 2024, oil on canvas, 42 x 26 in, private collection

Tried to like this for the second time today.

Me, I’m a revision pig.

Quit scrolling through social media theological debates. Quit scrolling through social media theological debates. Quit scrolling through social media theological debates. Quit scrolling through social media theological debates. Jesus Christ, my sanity.

What a weird-ass Rapture. Only the Constitution disappeared.

I mean, let it happen; it will be yet another Great Disappointment for those true believers, but 🤷🏻‍♂️

It's Pizza Friday. We've earned this.

Since many of us are cancelling streaming services, now might also be a good time to support writers and artists. Times are extremely tough for creatives, so why not buy a book, commission an art piece, sign up for a Patreon, tip your favorite creators. Everything helps.

Everyone please stop texting me I’m already on page three of a Cocaine Capybara script.

"bless our stupid, human hearts believing that adam somehow merited the power to name every animal..." "psalm from a gulf coast garden" by Elisheva Fox

my issue of Threepenny is here! here’s my poem “Present Tense,” I would love for you to give it a read! “I know this so loudly I don’t hear, at first, my father’s silence.”

Same, cicada, same.

My poem, My Father as Weather, in Rattle. rattle.com/my-father-as...

Found this poor them when I opened my trunk. Oh, tiny Mothra, may you fly on and on.

The five gayest acting “straight”guys just ordered coffee and matcha at my local breakfast spot, all of them wearing “Get Strong Ministry” shirts with 1 Timothy 4:8 emblazoned on the back.

Holocaust Survivor Stephen Kapos delivers some rare truth on British television about Gaza: ‘I think the whole of the West is guilty in not opposing this strongly enough, particularly the mass media, which has been lying by omission...taking Israeli statements unchallenged’

LOTS of great @toddedillard.bsky.social poems under the skulls! here's one: www.havehashad.com/hadposts/i-d...

I hope the folks involved here can rescue this David Wojnarowicz mural. hyperallergic.com/1034063/a-40...

Classes start Monday. Have I finished my syllabi? Oh, sweet summer child…no.

Saw this today on my walk at the greenway.

How your work email finds me

Sorry for not texting you back I was obsessing about tragedies I’m powerless to change

If you’re in a restaurant and going to talk to someone on the phone like you’re trying to be heard at a concert, just go the fuck outside. Like, I don’t need to hear guffawed recollections of racist jokes your father told you about his time in the Navy.

I couldn’t have been happier hearing how @markroyse.bsky.social brought my novel to life. You all should give him a listen.

This junked water heater has been sitting at the edge of a neighbor’s lawn for about a week. Finally saw it head-on today, and *looks around* this is me every time I doomscroll the other place.

Dear senators who think you can’t do anything, Today, Senator Van Hollen - through diplomatic pressure - got a meeting with Abrego Garcia in El Salvador. So that thing you’re thinking about doing? DO IT. ~ All of Us

[Extreme Axl Rose Voice] You know where you are?

Here’s a little graffiti I saw on the greenway. This isn’t the most heinous or even the weirdest stuff I’ve seen, but *looks around* these four words feel too damn apt .

Ain’t it funny how Black Mirror now seems a little quaint? Like, there’s a future of massive scientific advancements, most of which aren’t great to be sure, but *looks around.*

My chunk Oscar is so sad. Because of last night’s snowfall, today’s “TV” show is bereft of birds he can fantasize about killing.

You just know that Taylor is going to write a concept album about this Super Bowl.

Had a random thought while taking a shower this morning.

Somehow, my trivia team came in second out of 14 teams. One of the straight guys on it mentioned his screenplay, saying he’s also a director (two years on, they’re still in preproduction). I asked about that lag. “You can’t rush greatness,” he said. “That’s why your novel didn’t sell well.” So yep…

Snow hit Tennessee today.

@rpmirabella.bsky.social has some wise words about writing, publishing, and the tensions between the two. This is worth a read if you take your writing seriously.

Why does Felix remind me of Joan Didion in this pose?

Honestly, did Sherry ask ChatGPT for the worst possible analogy regarding itself? Because…I don’t know…this reads like she did exactly that…

After a long, long semester of teaching, I have finally gotten back into writing (not just editing) more chapters for my next novel. The main ms is about 200 pages; the novel-within-the-novel is pushing 11K words. Y’all, I may have a duology at the least.

In the past two days, I’ve rewatched the extended cut of the LOTR trilogy. The prologue to Return of the King and the de-evolution of Sméagol into Gollum made me wonder: in his youth, had Tolkien had been into gooning?

And lo, through many a mile of cardio neither run nor hiked, through too many caffeinated beverages guzzled (none of them spiked), and, alas, not enough water—with six days to go, this most unlikely of heroes has finished two batches of final papers out of four. And yet, the unsleeping eye stares.

I was searching my Twitter profile for something and found this book recommendation list I did when my novel was about to be released. I still highly recommend all of these books, with all of the caveats I mention in the link.

The ChatGPT paradox: Its "writing" is so fucking obvious, but when it comes to administrative purposes, so hard to prove. Narrator: Mike's so tired and has miles to go. Forget Brooklyn. He's stuck in Music City. Maybe, just maybe, he'll sleep more than five hours tonight. Probably not.

While I can totally see my rewrites and revisions as precocious little goblins, I’m now thinking about the plus/minuses of picturing my edits as an amphetamine fueled repressed woman who is more skilled with a knife than you’d think.

Day 5—gold rings—of our Christmas giveaway is a 2-parter! Firstly, writer/editor @carrharr.bsky.social is offering FIVE 30-min mentoring zoom calls! Remember to like AND repost this skeet to enter! The 4 winners will be chosen at random tomorrow at 5pm.

Is it seasonal depression or existential malaise?