Archive for: ‘From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Girlbomb’
October 2, 2011The studio has some notes.
When I was twenty-three, I wrote a screenplay. It is, as George Orwell might have said, doubleplusungood.
September 21, 2011And bring your dollies three
Tonight’s (illustrated!) story takes us back to the suburbs of age seven, where the ring was rosy and the pokey not yet hokey, and little girls gamboled on green lawns like lambs. Horrible, shitty little lambs.
June 4, 2011Early Work
I don’t know why I bother writing new work when I have so much great stuff just sitting in drawers, waiting to be published.
April 25, 2011Cavalcade of stars
August 1981: Me, my mother, and her boyfriend, Joe, go to the (I swear) Homowack Lodge in the Catskills to celebrate her birthday. She used to hit the tanning lamp pretty hard, and she always wore aviators and nude lipstick, which is why she looks like a disco hybrid of Princess Leia and Al Jolson. I got her a dark blue, custom printed t-shirt from the gift store by the bowling alley. The shirt said “World’s Greatest Mom.”
March 20, 2011
“I think I will write a poem
but I am wrong…”
An old…something…I wrote in 1997 and just found in a manila file. This is happening a lot lately, as I keep going through manila files, looking for things to throw away. But why don’t I just post every single thing I ever wrote instead, starting with the story about Greek gods I wrote in fifth grade (title: “SKY WATER”)? That’s recycling, right?
March 16, 2011Dear Dougie
In lieu of new writing, some very old writing, circa 1985. “It feels like love, but it’s not. It’s infatuation. You may not believe me, you may still think you love me, but you’ll see that you don’t. And that’s okay. Because I don’t want you to love me.”
March 8, 2011Janice and Dougie quit PCP
“Listen, I’ve got to stop this weekend. Like I said, you can go ahead and do whatever you want.”