I Suck at Blogging

What do you do when you suck at blogging?  Seriously.  Look at how long it’s been since I last updated?  And yet, I think about blogging. I contemplate. I ponder.

So, I’m going to try something new. Posting random crap that interests me. That’s funny. Stuff I  might post on Facebook or Twitter. Why not?  The internet can always use more cat gifs.

As for an update on me:


The Bad

  • I lost my mom. She had Marfan Syndrome which they think led to her sudden death.
  • My daughter and I both tested positive for it as well.
  • I lost my grandma.
  • And my uncle.
  • And my husband lost his cousin and two very close friends.  We were averaging a funeral a month for a while there.


The Good

  • 2nd year into my Ph.D. program. Hanging in there. Studying new media performance and social capital.
  • Still working for the video game research project. Our little team did very well during the last phase.
  • My kid is 7. She rocks.
  • My husband has a better job. He’s amazing. He fixes my car, too. I like that.
  • Still going with the novel. It’s just a matter of making it perfect. Making it shine.
  • Love my writing group.


The Random

  • I poked my ear too hard and it hurts. Don’t do that.
  • The 100 is an awesome show.
  • I wish we had more snow in Colorado this year.


Anyway, that’s it. Just making it through school. Doing a lot of reading and writing. Will begin studying for my comps soon. I’m happy.  Stressed and worried half the time, but happy.  Can’t ask for more.


03 2015

Epistolary Goodness in “Dearest Akeem” by Patrick Lawler

Patrick Lawler WRC Head and Teacher

I had the pleasure of hearing Patrick Lawler read this piece at the Copper Nickel post-(Denver) AWP shindig. It was one of the highlights of my trip to the convention. Lawler’s prose poem, “Dearest Akeem,” is written as a first person epistolary. It begins as such:

Dearest Akeem,

Thank you for your email explaining your dire situation:
The death of your father. The 9.5 million dollars.
Your request for my private bank account information
In order to transfer the funds to my account.
And your generous offer of 5% for being the guardian
Of the bank account. Thank you for trusting me (53).

According to Lawler, he had, in fact, received an email from a Nigerian scammer a few years back. Most of us have had the pleasure of reading such emails: My father has passed away, I’m a Christian missionary in Nigeria; I can sell you a car but still need to “mail” it to you. What is the internet good for if not bringing people together? In this case, Lawler exploits the potential exploiter and does so in a way that is as entertaining as it is meaningful.

The narrator responds to Akeem (as seen in the example above). But, instead of falling victim to a scam-artist, he uses Akeem as an virtual/international therapist of sorts. What the narrator reveals to Akeem through the emails helps Lawler develop a fully round character. We know nothing of Akeem, we never will. We read no replies by Akeem. It’s assumed that Akeem stopped responding to our narrator after the third or fourth email, that he possibly asked the narrator to please stop hitting the reply button. It’s clever, certainly, but Lawler never takes that cleverness too far. Instead, he evokes a kind of pathetic sympathy as his emails to Akeem become more and more personal. Below are two passages that show how Lawler utilizes the epistolary format (albeit a modern version of) to reveal character:

I sought the psychotic student out for conversations
He asked me, “Do you ever feel you are turning into a bee?”
Afterwards, a person from Continuing Ed at the college asked me,
“Do you think he is paranoid schizophrenic?” I said, “Well, he didn’t used to be” (53)

Here, we learned that the narrator is a professor and that he has a psychotic student. We also learn that he has a sense of humor (“he didn’t used to be [schizophrenic]). Lawler continues to develop the character:

Now I must solicit your deepest confidence.
This is by virtue of its nature as being utterly confidential.

When I was following the psychotic student home,
I wasn’t sure it was still him.
For all I knew he could have been my father—
And now even yours (56).

Lawler’s narrator is eccentric to be certain (perhaps a bit sinister), but is never too aware of himself as a fictional narrator. I was never distracted by the character’s ability to poke fun at a scam artist and found myself wavering between believing the narrator’s correspondence and going “all in” on the big joke. I wanted to believe the character was fooling around. I wanted to believe he was making dangerous confessions to a man in Africa who was only interested in his bank account. Both were as pleasant a thought as I could muster, especially given the convention of the form itself.

Though this is poetry, I found it extremely helpful in terms of illustrating how a writer can exploit a given form (epistolary letter format pushed into the modern internet era). It puts the “creative” back into “creative writing.” Inspiring and entertaining.

“Dearest Akeem” can be found in The Copper Nickel Vol. 12


01 2014

2nd Person POV in Junot Diaz’s “How to Date a Brown Girl”


I’ll admit it now; I have a “thing” for the 2nd person. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I’m always rooting for the underdog, or (probably closer to the truth) I enjoy reading what most other people avoid. Maybe I really am a contrarian at heart. It wouldn’t be a stretch. Let’s pretend it’s the former. 2nd person is arguably the grotesque sideshow of the POV world. Most craft books spit out a form paragraph that goes something like this: 2nd person. Don’t bother. I’m paraphrasing.

Not only is Junot Diaz’ short story, “How to Date a Brown Girl” written in 2nd person, but it takes the sideshow one step further. Diaz writes his story in the 2nd person directive, a “how-to” manual that should (according to the title) give us some insight on how to date a “brown girl.”

When I began reading this a few things immediately came to mind. First, would I be too “aware” of the point of view throughout the story? Would it distract me from the “heart” of the piece? More often than not, the 2nd person serves as a constant reminder that the author has chosen (for whatever reason) to use the “you” narrator instead of the “I” narrator. Some of my E210 students suggested that they “didn’t like being told what to do.” But, is the 2nd person narrative really so “bossy?” In most cases, no, unless you’re reading a Choose Your Own Adventure novel.

As I discussed in my annotation on Dennis LeHane’s “Until Gwen,” the second person narrative seems to be a method of drawing the reader in to the narrator’s mind, closer than the 1st person narrative in that the reader isn’t just reading about someone else’s life, but they (as implied by the “you”) are actually along for the ride. Imagine standing next to Connie in Joyce Carol Oates’ “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” Arnold Friend tells YOU not to pick up that phone, tells YOU to come to the screen door and let him inside.

Diaz’ “Brown Girl,” has the potential to draw you in, to allow you more intimacy (and sympathy) for the main character. Even with the directive voice, I didn’t feel “bossed around.”

Wait and after an hour go out to your corner. The neighborhood is full of traffic. Give one of your boys a shout and when he says, Are you still waiting on that bitch? say, Hell yeah (2).

The story (potentially) reads closer to a do-it-yourself book on building birdhouses, only the birdhouse is a small apartment you share with your family and the bird you’re bringing over for dinner is someone you’ll try to “put the moves on.”

But, “How to Date a Brown Girl” is more than a how-to book on dating girls of various races, it’s an in-your-face narrative about a young boy struggling with his social situation (shit-covered toilet paper in a basket in the bathroom and the “government cheese” in the fridge) and what this social situation does to his adolescent masculinity.

In short, it’s brilliant in terms of voice (and craft). We don’t feel sympathy for our young narrator, even when we’re sure he’ll get shot down before he lands that kiss. We see this narrator for what he is—a reluctant streetwise Romeo who has learned at a young age how to protect the fragility he hides within, a fragility that shines through from between the confident 2nd person lines.


01 2014

The Cat with No Friends

So, this is apparently one of my first big writing pieces.  I couldn’t have been older than 7 when I wrote this.



10 2013

M.F.A. and Creative Writing Degrees


This has to pop up on the writing boards once a month.

“I’m applying to M.F.A. programs!”

“Should I get a B.A. in Creative Writing?”

“Do writing classes help you become a successful writer?

“Will my college professor be excited to read my 400,000 word space opera that used to be Dr. Who slash fic?”

The truth is, people have some strong opinions about academia and creative writing.  Very strong.  Like, think of the strongest coffee you ever drank now leave it in the coffee pot all day and add a few tablespoons of instant coffee, let it simmer for another few hours then make it into a coffee reduction sauce.  Wait for it to get nice and thick.  Now drink it.  Or put it on your pancakes.


Anyway, strong opinions.

I have an MFA, so I’ll do my best to answer some of these questions. Just please remember that you’re going to get some responses all over the place, ranging from, “Cool, go for it,” to “Don’t bother. Why do you need an MFA?”

Here’s my experience.

I worked freelance as a writer for years and realized I had no craft, just raw intuition that wasn’t evolving. I got my B.A. in literature/creative writing, then moved right into an M.F.A. (fiction). Here’s the thing, the academic route worked for me. I thrived under those conditions. Others will not. Others will get all of that information without paying for a degree. Others will be amazingly successful without stepping into a college. Ever. Forever-ever. The big question is: which one are you? If you’re certain that the M.F.A. is your way, then read on…..

Most traditional programs are not genre-friendly. If it’s on the top 50 list on Poets&Writers, it’s probably a traditional program that hates genre with the intensity of a thousand suns. It burns us, precious. BURRNNNSSSSSS. What does this mean for you? Well, I chose to step away from genre to learn craft at the literary (raw) level. No bells and whistles, no genre conventions. It worked for me. It was the best gift I ever gave myself as a writer. But that’s my way. We’re back to the, “What is YOUR way?” thing again.

If lit-fic’s not what you’re looking for, then you’ll probably need something like a low-res program. There are some great ones out there that focus on genre and commercial fiction.

Here’s the difference in my mind:
1. Traditional programs will have funding opportunities. (Not ALL, but most). That means you’ll become a GTA, teach comp. and lit courses to freshmen who haven’t read a book in their life and who don’t know where “those thingies around dialogue” go. You’ll teach 2-3 courses a semester. You’ll get your tuition covered. You’ll probably get health insurance too. And you’ll get a monthly stipend. (Mine was $1800/month). It means you’re more strapped for time.  Yes, your writing does suffer, and you might not have much of a social life. But you won’t be 100k in debt by the end of it all. I also had a LOT of internship opportunities (non-paid), but I worked for a lit-mag, did some typesetting, taught at a jail, and so forth. Looks great on the resume.

2. Low-Res programs probably have no funding opportunities. You pay for it out of pocket or you get a loan. You don’t have to teach so you can focus on writing and school work. You come out with a nice, hefty loan that will take you 20 years to pay off, but hey, people do it. AND, from what I’ve seen of low-res programs, many of them focus on the business side of things. They WANT you to get published. They help you meet agents and publishers. The more successful you are, the better the school looks.

One question to ask yourself might be: What do I want to do with my MFA? If you say, “I want to learn about creative writing,” then honestly? You can learn all of that by reading threads on net-forums such as Absolute Write. I’m not exaggerating.  Some online forums rock and you get to know other people who rock and the epic awesomeness makes you cry inside because it’s just THAT GOOD.  There is a downside, though.  Wherever you find the “perfect forum,” you will usually stumble upon its opposite: suck-board, hate-board, critique-make-you-cry-or-pee-your-pants board.  Be careful.  Some writers are dicks and when they fail, they want you to fail, too.

Having said all of the above, I (personally) needed academic structure to grow as fast/much as I did. Reading books and emulating helped, but I needed better one-on-one instruction. Just something to think about.

If you want to teach creative writing, then the best suggestion I can offer is to finish a book BEFORE YOU go into the program, turn that in (piece by piece) to workshop, and get it query-ready over the course of the M.F.A.. Why? Because it doesn’t matter how much teaching experience you have. It doesn’t matter if you have a Ph.D. in “Creative Writing.” What matters the most is that you are PUBLISHED. Not self-published, not vanity published, not published through Donny down the street who makes guerilla book orders. By a publishing house. One that has books in Barnes and Noble. And, it probably can’t be genre, though I’d love to hear a success story from someone who got a full-time (creative writing) teaching position after having published a werewolf series.

If you don’t have a publication before you start applying to teach creative writing, chances are, you’ll be teaching adjunct at a university or community college. Once in a while, you might get a lit course or a creative writing course, but for the most part, you’ll be teaching English Comp..  And probably dying a little bit inside an hour at a time.  Don’t get me wrong, comp. professors are badass, but a creative writing instructor trying to find fulfillment and meaningful andragogy teaching composition is like telling a tiger to go forth and be a vegetarian.  We’re just not built that way;..

There are other jobs out there for M.F.A.-holders. Pals of mine are working at creative firms, magazines, publishing houses. But, they all had internships as editors and typesetters at the traditional universities.

Here’s another big question: Does a degree add value? As in make you more publishable? Or look good on a query? The answer is a big, fat, hairy NO to both.

Having a B.A. in English and an M.F.A. here (fiction) I know that it made me a better writer, but that was my own personal experience. Others will have different experiences. The question is, can you learn the material on your own and through reading fiction/craft books/threads on a cool-ass writing forum and writing your bum off? Or, do you think you’ll do better with the academic structure/rigor?

You may not know the answer right now.  But don’t let one or two bad experiences in the classroom jade you forever.  I see this a lot on writing forums.  ”I had a shitty creative writing teacher.  They just didn’t GET ME.  I hate schools and I AM NEVER COMING BACK!”


The first creative writing class I took was awful. The teacher was drunk half the time and seemed to be a failed writer who was taking his inadequacy out on the students. I dropped the course. If I had taken that one experience and said, “Wow, academics is not for me,” I wouldn’t have gotten all the amazing instruction that came after. I tried the class again with another instructor, loved it, and kept going from there.

I thrived in my program, even won a fellowship and averaged two publications per year (short stories).  But in my heart I’ll always be a genre writer and I can take all of that knowledge and use it for the power of geekdom.  I feel like it’s served me well.



08 2013

Prophecy in Fantasy


(LOL Carlton fortune teller)

You know what?  I like certain tropes in fantasy and sci-fi.  That means prophecy.  Someone posed the question about whether or not to include prophecy in fantasy writing, whether or not it’s cliche, or an overused trope. I say go for it.  Read some Nostradamus.

Arthurian legend has good prophetic material.

The best prophecies are the ones that aren’t 100% true/legit, whatever. It’s like the great Azor Ahai prophecy from George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series. You have the obvious choices and you have the not-so-obvious choices, and you have the whole notion that you can probably make the prophecy fit whomever because the clues aren’t always literal but metaphorical. Or are they?

It’s a great way to say, “Hey! Look at what I’m doing with my hand. Yeah! Shiny prophecy! Signs point HERE,” then the writer is using sleight of hand to sneak in the less obvious choice.

I think of Lady in the Water (sorry, I know a lot of people hate that movie, but I enjoyed it). You have someone that completely misinterprets the signs and almost fracks the whole thing up. Then, the real interpretation unfolds.

Lots you can do with it.

Here’s the thing. You wait around long enough and most prophecies would probably come to pass, right? Just look at Nostradamus. People are constantly trying to say, “YES, he predicted 9/11! Here is the proof! I’m interpreting it in X way and I’m right!”

And you have no idea if it’s right, but it sounds like it might be. And that’s magical and mystical. And ooooo, what if?

In another 20 years, we might have another “two steel birds falling from the sky on the Metropolis….” situation that will also fit.

Consider why a prophecy might be created. To bring hope in a time of turmoil and suffering? Religious reasons? (Control, hope, eternal salvation.)

Also consider self-fulfilling prophecies like Oedipus. Someone goes out of their way to avoid a prophecy and because they took those severe actions, they ended up bringing it about themselves.

I think they’re great in fantasy, especially when they:

1. Don’t come true exactly as you think they might.
2. Mean something completely different than what you imagine.
3. Come true but make things a lot worse (or trigger a nastiness).

You’re going to get the cliche eye-roll from a lot of people. Oh my GAWWWWD, PROPHECY!

Just like you get people saying, “OMG, MEDIEVAL FANTASY…………”

There are obviously markets for these things. Big, fat, glorious markets.


08 2013

Ph.D. Madness, RPGs, and Mass Chaos!


This title sounds like a call-out for some monster truck commercial.  MASS CHAOS!

As I am nearing the beginning of a long journey into doctorate academics, I’m also trying to narrow my research focus. Right now, I’m interested in video games, yes, but specifically MMORPGs (like WoW, Everquest, Rift, etc.). I want to look at the narratives of these games.

My theory is that gamers care less and less about the storylines and are more goal-oriented. I hope to try and procure some time on the CSU WoW server (they have their own World of Warcraft server for research).  Or, perhaps find another way to set up the following research. I four conditions in mind.

  1. Low narrative quests.
  2. High narrative quests. (Same quest with more “storyline”)
  3. Low narrative quests WITH CURSE addons (CURSE will show players where to go to complete quests, taking all the guesswork out of where and what).
  4. High narrative quests WITH CURSE addons.


I want to see how long people are reading (and where that fits into an average). Are they clicking through the quest text quickly? Are they taking a long time to read it?  Maybe a short quiz at the end (or open-ended question) that asks them what they remember about the narrative.

I have a feeling that when given the “cheat” addons, people will be less interested in narrative and will simply go for the end result.

First step? Finding studies who have either done this already, or, have done something similar.

I can also look at transcripts to content analyze for things like gender, age, education–to see if that plays any part in how closely gamers look at narrative. Maybe women pay more attention to it. Maybe men do. Maybe younger people do.

Some great shift happened in MMORPGs where it became less about narrative and more about goals, raiding, flagging, and working through a progression. Back in the old Everquest days, there was still attention to quest lore and material. I remember reading quests and being interested in the storylines. Sometime around Planes of Power (and after) I read the lore material less and less.


What is also cool about all of this is that I think RPGs in general (tabletop games like D&D) have some answers. I consider the RPG “heyday” to be AD&D time, when they were cranking out boxed sets with new worlds and new stories: Ravenloft, Dark Sun, Birthright, etc. Instead of revamping rules and stat-keeping, they were simply giving players new worlds to play in. Along with that came new mysteries and new things to explore. The cool part? Most of those boxed sets had extremely successful novels that accompanied the set. Dark Sun, Forgotten Realms, Dragonlance. There was narrative everywhere.

Then, RPGs changed, too. D&D came out with 3.0, and 3.5 and 4.0 and on and on. RPGs went D20 and tried to standardized game mechanics. They seemed to become so focused on getting the perfect game system that people stopped caring about the storylines and narratives.

AD&D (and 2nd edition) to some extent wasn’t perfect, but most people came up with homemade fixes that worked well enough for their campaigns.

Perhaps mechanics took front seat to narrative enjoyment.  I don’t know, but I aim to find out.


08 2013

And Ode to Spam

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More next month!




07 2013

A Constant Stream of Abrupt Movements

I met Jonathan in the MFA program at CSU.  From his very first story, I knew he had it.   Raw talent mixed with sublime technique.  Most of us only get one of those and have to work our butts off for the other.

Me?  Raw talent. Intuition.  Voice.

The technique is still a work in progress, but coming along.

A Constant Stream of Abrupt Movements is a story by Jonathan that really stuck with me after I read it.  You can find it [HERE] at Passages North.  In the piece, the narrator reflects on his mother running off when he was a boy.  This spoke to the child in me, a reminder of a time when my own father ran out.  The only difference was that my father always came back home–at least in the beginning.

I was seven or eight and we’d just gotten our television set hooked up to HBO.  New, exciting!  Back then, they ran the same movie over and over again at night.  It went from 6pm until the wee hours of the morning.

“I’m going to the grocery store,” my dad would say on his way out the door.

I remember watching Coal Miner’s Daughter 3 times in a row before he came back home one night.  Being so young, I didn’t understand some of the more adult scenes, but I liked hearing Sissy Spacek sing.  I’d get out my cassette tape recorder and sing, “Mamaaaas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowbooyyyysss,” then play it back. The more twang I used, the better I sounded.

990919 Millennium - Spacek

I watched a lot of movies on HBO, and my dad went to the store a lot.  The thing is, he wouldn’t come back home with any food.  He’d stumble in, slur a goodnight and pass out on the couch.

It’s these small, lonely moments that stick with us.  I can’t hear Loretta Lynn without thinking about those nights.

Perhaps that’s why I write, to capture those memories in a jar like lightning bugs and save them for a scene that needs a little bit of that pit in the bottom of my stomach that wouldn’t stop churning as I watched a woman sitting on her front porch strumming a guitar.  Writers are cannibals.  We scavenge scenes from discarded stories, we pull our inspiration from a conversation overheard at Dennys (or the waiting room at the breast imagining center).  And we know when to flip through the pages of our past and find the string that connects us to our characters.

I think we can surprise ourselves when we realize how much we’ve felt across a lifetime.  What’s buried there now, waiting to be found?


07 2013



Different “Tattoo,” but hey, I love this picture.  Anyone growing up in the 70′s and 80′s will look upon this picture and feel their hearts grow warm and fuzzy.  I loved the Saturday line-up: Love Boat followed by Fantasy Island.  I remember a creepy ventriloquist episode.  I still have an unnatural fear of dolls and clowns (and ventriloquist dummies).

Anyhoo, back to the other kind of tattoo . . . .


(Judge JUDY!)

I am researching tattooing methods for the book.  Fascinating stuff!  How did one go about tattooing their skin in medieval times?  In ancient times?  I read a up on the various methods: piercing the skin, puncturing, and cutting.  Paul Roe (tattoo artist) writes:

“Some of the earliest tattooing needles date from the Upper Paleolithic period (10,000 BCE to 38,000 BCE)

Found at several archaeological digs around Europe, the sharpened bone needles pierced the skin easily and the pigment came from dipping the needle into holes in a disc of red ochre mixed with clay.”

It didn’t even occur to me that tattooing and marking the skin went back so far.  Fascinating stuff!  I settled on a cross between the Polynesian method (the comb/rake) and the Japanese method of tebori.


I hope the fusion doesn’t ring false.  I might have some more tattoo-educated pals look at the passages for me to make sure.  I know I’m writing fantasy here, but I also don’t want to shoot myself in the eye on a stupid detail that makes no sense.

These tattoos are an important part of the story–a means to show a character’s progression through the ranks.

I have three tattoos myself.  The first one I got at age 20.  My friend Christy and I decided to “go for it,” and get ourselves a slammin’ tattoo.  Keep in mind that this was 1991, a time when tattoos weren’t all that mainstream.  But, we felt pretty badass walking into that tattoo shop in Golden, Colorado and inking up.  My pal got a delicate butterfly on her hip.  I got a tattoo of Hobbes (from Calvin and Hobbes) on my chest.

First off, awful place for a tattoo.  I regretted the decision a few years later.  It marred my bosom, ya know?  And I realized that when I would show people, I was asking them to look at my cleavage.  I still have it, but will probably get this one removed someday.  It’s all smudgy now.  You can barely see the colors.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Hobbes, but yeah . . . lesson learned.

The second tattoo I got with another pal, Keri.  We were walking out of Macy’s one day and I said, “I want to get a tattoo,” and she said, “Let’s do it.”  So, we drove along Colorado BLVD in Denver and settled on a place called Phantom Tattoo.  It took us 3 hours to settle on a simple Chinese symbol (Strength) that would go on the back of our necks.  I know, I know.  I hear from so many people now about “those stupid Americans who get Chinese character tattoos.”  But, like Hobbes, Keri and I were a little ahead of our time.  We did it when it was COOL.  I swear.  Everyone else?  PSHAH!


I love my “strength” tattoo.  I love that I got it with a pal who embodies the word “strength” in my mind.  I love that we share this.



My third tattoo is a phoenix (tribal in style).  I got this when I quit my 9 to 5 job to go back to school to study writing, to write freelance, to finally take that big leap.  It was a big step for me, a huge deal and undertaking.  The tattoo is on my ankle.  It’s lost some of the coloring and detail, though.


Yes, my feet and ankles are quite hideous, but the tattoo is not hideous!  I love it.

Someday, I do hope to get more, but I want them to hold significant meaning for me, perhaps as they do for one of my characters in the novel.  When the time is right (and when I find the right image) it will happen.

Until then, there’s more research to be done, more writing to finish, and more milestones to strive toward.



07 2013