I’m happy to announce that I have new flash fiction out in the latest issue of Gone Lawn. Check it out!
Getting this publication was exciting for a few reasons. One, the novelty of seeing my writing in print still hasn’t worn off (you may also find my writing in print here and here). Two, humor and comedy have a special place in my heart, so being part of a journal centered on that theme just feels right. Three, this was an old, not-so-good story that I nearly gave up on, but I dusted it off, revised it, and turned it into something good, so placing it somewhere cool is a reminder to follow through on things.
I wrote this story years ago, when I was working as a stand-in on the movie Divergent. For those who don’t know what a stand-in is, basically you just creep around in the shadows of a movie set trying not to get in anyone’s way all day, then once in a while when they’re setting up lighting and cameras, you literally stand in the spot your actor is going to stand in, because they get paid too much to waste their time standing there while people adjust lights and what not.
Being a stand-in gave me a lot of time on set to read and write, and at first, motivated by the movie itself and the recent success of Hunger Games, I thought I’d try my hand at writing a dystopian YA novel that’d be a prime candidate for being made into a movie someday. My premise was this: a death-centered society in which people got to choose how they’d die. All deaths would be carried out publicly and played on televisions everywhere. In retrospect, that I even temporarily thought this could be made into a bestselling YA series and movie franchise seems both absurd and and endearingly naive. Divergent and Hunger Games have some violence, but not the level of onscreen gruesome death that I had in mind.
Once I got to writing my dystopian YA masterpiece, I realized I was writing a short story, not a novel, and my audience was adults, not teenagers. I did some rewriting and revising to convert my novel pages into a short story, but ultimately pushed the idea to the side. That was in 2013. Thankfully I held on to the papers (yes, I was writing by hand, since, like I said, I was doing this writing while creeping in corners of the Divergent set.)
Fast forward to 2017, when I was nearing graduation in my MFA program. I decided I needed to work on revising and finishing what I started–even if that meant revisiting things I’d written prior to entering the program in 2014–instead of always being quick to move onto my next exciting idea. I pulled out a bunch of pre-MFA writing and got to work, sorting through it all and seeing what could be salvaged, polished up, or rewritten, and what should be tossed. “Federal Death Registry” still felt fun and special to me, so here it is!
Fun fact: Drew, the character, is based on a real Chicago comedian named “Drew.” In the original draft, I called him “Mark” and changed his physical characteristics so he wouldn’t resemble the comedian. Last year, when I was revising, however, I was very into mixing more reality into my fiction (that was when I kept using characters named after myself), so I revised Mark into Drew and made him more like the person I’d drawn inspiration from originally.
Now that I’m thinking about this idea again…maybe it’s not fully finished. Maybe someday I could revisit this, drop the YA angle, skip the novel, and go directly to writing a screenplay geared toward adults?
In December, I had my fiction printed in The Conium Review (volume 6) right around the time I had my nonfiction printed in the Hawai’i Review. Like I’ve said before, even though I prefer having my short pieces published online because then they’re (usually) free to read and easier to share, it still feels really cool to be in print! There’s just an added level of legitimacy to it. It also feels one step closer to putting out a book.
My story in this issue of Conium is called “Holy Water,” and it’s completely surreal. I had a lot of fun writing it. The character has my birth name, and the story begins in my high school as it’s filling up with water. She’s on a journey of sorts, and meets many interesting men along the way. If you want to get a copy of the issue, head over to The Conium Review‘s website and buy it for $12.
Alien Mouth published my poem “Schiller Woods Head” last October. PLEASE READ THE POEM BEFORE READING THIS POST.
All of my publications are exciting, but this is especially exciting because poetry isn’t my primary genre, and I feel less confident in my poetry than my prose. But, the acceptance wasn’t an accident, and I’ve had a second poetry acceptance since then. Yay!
I wrote this poem while taking the one poetry class I took as a (fiction) MFA student. As part of a class exercise in which we had to pick a place on the map and write about it, I imagined myself walking in the Schiller Woods forest preserve in Illinois and wrote based on that. I zoomed in via Google maps, then closed my eyes. I’ve never actually been to the Schiller Woods forest preserve, but I hope to one day. The map labeled an entrance “Schiller Woods Head,” and I liked the idea that only some readers would figure that out. I think most would take “head” literally, as a human head, so the title has a double meaning.
My purpose was to focus on colors and images and to play with that it’s-okay-if-people-don’t-know-exactly-what-you’re-talking-about-as-long-as-you-convey-a-feeling aspect of poetry that isn’t really there in (non-experimental) fiction and creative nonfiction. There is a literal translation to the poem, however. As someone who has migraine and fibromyalgia, I have very sensitive eyes and can be extremely photosensitive to the point where on a sunny day without sunglasses I can hardly make things out and there are just blobs of color everywhere. I imagined myself entering Schiller Woods on one of those extremely sunny days, being unable to make out everything around me but still enjoying the beauty of it, and I thought that made a nice metaphor for how I’m going through life, sort of stunned and overwhelmed but also in awe of the vastness and never-ending feeling of it.
PS, I think “real” poets don’t explain their poems, or something? But whatever, I do, and I’m a real poet now, so deal with it. :)
My essay, “Fibromyalgia, Me, and Doris Lee” is in the Hawai’i Review ’87. I’m excited to be getting some print publications, since most of my publications thus far have been online. I kind of like online pubs better because then I can share the link with my friends, but print publications seem to still be viewed as more prestigious, and it’s fun to hold something that feels like a book and see my work in it. Seeing my work in print gives me confidence that some day I’ll have an entire book of my own. :)
You can order a copy of the Hawai’i Review ’87 by sending a check for $10 along with an address to:
2445 Campus Road
Honolulu, HI 96822
For more info on the Hawai’i Review, click here.
Check out my flash fiction “Going in Alone” in tenderness, yea. I wrote this in 2015 for a fiction workshop.
Okay, so this publication isn’t that new, but check out “The Grooming Salon,” a story I had published in animal: a beast of a literary magazine last November.
The story is fiction, but the setting details draw a lot from my past work experience as a dog groomer. An earlier (but longer and not as good) version of this story is what I used when applying to MFA programs.
I really enjoy this story and am so pleased that it found a home.
My flash fiction piece “Crickets” was published by Crack the Spine Journal back in October. Click here to read it!
I wrote this when I was still a grad student as a part of a workshop exercise.
The only purpose of this post is plugging Bok Tower Gardens.
I forget where I heard of them, but after doing so, drove out to Lake Wales on a whim.
I also spent my actual birthday at Bok Tower Gardens last year. Alone. I was feeling like I didn’t really want to be around people, but I still wanted to do something. I sat on a bench, meditated, wrote in a notebook, and then walked around and looked at flowers. It was lovely.
Bok Tower itself is a sight to behold. The pond around it has koi fish that you can feed, too. I like feeding them, but I also worry if they can self-regulate, or if it’s possible for them to be overfed.
The tower itself houses an instrument called a carillon, which is made up a bells. You can read more about it here. It produces a lovely sound.
I overheard someone say that Bok Tower Gardens contain the most elevated spot in Florida, which I believe is the spot pictured above, where you can overlook orange orchards. Until I stood in that spot, I hadn’t realized that I hadn’t been able to “overlook” anything since moving to Florida. It is really, really flat.
Last summer, my lovely friend Annalise threw a barbecue and made a bunch of vegan food. I was so excited, I took photos and planned to blog about it. Well, it might actually be a good thing that I procrastinated on posting about her food for months, because now she’s launched a cooking blog called Bare Bones Baker, which makes this the perfect time to hype her up!
In addition to the vegan bruschetta shown in the first photo, she made a delicious vegan mac ‘n’ cheese for her barbecue last summer. I was suspicious because I hadn’t eaten much vegan “cheese” before that, but it was delicious!
Finally, she made a very rich chocolate dessert that I ate too much of because I was blown away by how good it tasted. I’m really looking forward to trying out the gluten-free and dairy-free recipes Annalise comes up with for Bare Bones Baker and I hope you check it out. :)