It’s 2017, a chilly Monday night, and I’m standing near the back of the floor crowd at the…
[Part 1 is here. Ed. note: this took a bit longer to get to than I imagined it…
Below is an excerpt from my novel-in-progress, The Somerville Light. Robinson is one of my protagonists, who sprung fully formed in the first few pages of a NaNoWriMo project a few years back and made me go oh shit, I guess I have a black protagonist. My solution to this so far is to keep…
For the longest time, before I was married, I could never imagine changing my name. I thought the idea of changing your…
I wrote the below last year after finishing Nalo Hopkinson’s Midnight Robber, then starting Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. Tl;dr: Having my usual fictive environment shifted from the typical white perspective for a while lowered my tolerance for the usual white perspective, and nudged my…
I’m coming up on six months since my father died, and about a month after that, we’ll finally be doing a memorial for him. His family…
Speak well, but not too loudly, or for too long. Your long pauses and considerations of just the right word are…