fiction

  • I can’t possibly be expected to write

    I can’t possibly be expected to write

    In February, I decided my novel was dead. In March, my father suddenly died. In July, I gave birth. Needless to say, I haven’t written much. In fact, given the struggles with my novel, I haven’t written anything in nearly a year. I tried. In the beginning, I set deadlines. I made pacts. I kept fizzling out.…

  • Letting Go

    Letting Go

    I am this. close. And doing fuck all.