February 24, 2017 | Fiction
I remember Ian saying I was not a novelist and I think, as much as it pained me at the time to hear this, he was correct.
February 24, 2017 | Nonfiction
A woman waited in line in front of me, anxiously watching the television behind the plexiglass partition. The gas station attendant broke rolls of quarters in half and dropped them into the register. A second woman spoke on screen, dressed in an orange pant suit, matching neon lipstick and a gold crescent moon pinned to her lapel below her microphone. I imagined the petroleum-wax scent her breath might leave as she spoke.
A novel about the complexities of being a woman, an artist, a mother, and a wife; a novel about persona and obsession and loyalty and repression; an exorcism.
A fictional follow-up to the novella Women (SF/LD, 2014) exploring the ethos of the literary world, queerness, and infatuation.