Maybe You Can Blame Your Parents

Your parents may bequeath you many things... like brown eyes, a house, a fiery personality, an obsession for antiques. My parents have not left me any of those particulars. One thing about writing a separate story every day is that you notice what your repeat. In fact, I think I'm repeating that idea. Was that …

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Maybe You Won’t Laugh

I may be joking. Interviewer: In your Antologia Personal... Borges: Look here, I want to say that that book is full of misprints. My eyesight is very dim, and the proofreading had to be done by somebody else. Interviewer: I see, biut those are only minor errors, aren't they? Borges: Yes, I know, but they …

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Maybe This Voice

This may become tedious. Forcing myself to blog and write a short story every single day is a challenge all right----to me and my readers. Okay, maybe not my readers. You aren't obligated to do anything. But what is all this writing for? This morning I read an article in Vanity Fair by Christopher Hitchens----Unspoken …

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Maybe a Temper Tantrum

Sometimes I may begrudge every other published writer everything. You know, in moments of personality collapse. Meaning, those moments when I'm not the great and fantabulist soul I want to be. (Yes. Fantabulist.) Those moments when I'm resistant, cranky, jealous, and generally not nice. (All you saints out there can begin throwing stones at any …

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Maybe Imperfection Is Okay

May beastly things happen in my stories but not in my writing of them. Eleven stories in to Story-a-Day and my brain seemed to have suffered a structural collapse. I finished the story because, well, Time said to. But what really--no maybe about it--bothers me about this story is what it lacks throughout. A layer …

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