I blame Hatter Potter…

Let me climb up on my soapbox here. Hang on, almost there. What the hell was that popping noise? A hip is not supposed to make that sound...OK. Now, let me catch my breath...So I've been reading lots of stories-in-progress in my creative writing class at grad school. Some are better than others; some I … Continue reading I blame Hatter Potter…

I bet we’ve all had days like these…

So part of this copyright law class I'm taking in grad school sends me surfing the web regularly in search of answers to various finer points of the law. What better place to find what you're looking for than seeking it out from the source, right?So I've already been a time or twelve to the U.S. … Continue reading I bet we’ve all had days like these…

Would you be MY valentine?

So yeah, I followed his advice buying flowers. Sue me. But I can't help but relish his words on the importance of these calendar-bred days, nor his revelation of "sorry chump" the rest of the year, even today as it may have proven. Anyone else ready for a redo?

Where did the maid go?

I intend to write a strongly worded letter to my housekeeper.You know, that little bitch left literally piles of dirty dishes in my sink. I'm talking about shit from Monday at this point. Stuff is starting to grow on this enormous pile. The corpses of dead mosquito hawks are staring blankly from their foul, watery … Continue reading Where did the maid go?

So this is grad school. Part 2….

This is beautiful, trust me...PROF'S REPONSE AFTER READING:Haha! I had quite a few laughs reading your post.But to elaborate on the title of the journal since I was a part of that discussion, it's called Huizache (the Spanish version of huisache) because it's considered a weed tree. People are always trying to get rid of … Continue reading So this is grad school. Part 2….

So this is grad school. Part 1…

Let me preface this by say I scored a one hundred - perfect - on this particular entry. I didn't know what that hell to do or say, so I had a little fun with it:Assignment: Read “Suzi Writes a Poem” by Jessica Helen Lopez starting on Page 20 of Huizache. If this poem were … Continue reading So this is grad school. Part 1…

Super Bowl, Take 50…

Here we are again, sports fans! The biggest day of the year for the NFL. Who will walk away the ultimate champions of the world?That's today? You mean I missed football season again this year? Well, crap...No, I'm not a big fan. Never have been. In fact, most days I've tried to watch the big … Continue reading Super Bowl, Take 50…

The great conversation

I spent the morning engaged in a long lost art: letter writing, to an old friend. Life may have long ago parted our paths, but we stay in touch nonetheless. She's one of those who pushed me to start writing again, even when I was certain I had packed away my pen for good. She … Continue reading The great conversation

Feeling worn…

So today I turned in my first creative writing submission at grad school. Twenty-five pages. Two full days of editing and revising, my red pen playing harbinger of dead words. I started banging out copy not long after the new year. I wrote probably the first 8-10 pages over the course of two weeks, finding … Continue reading Feeling worn…

Monkey business…

OK. I'm fucking 43. When I bought this ticket, I wasn't even asked for ID. The twerp behind the window in his bulletproof sales counter didn't even ask my age. He just doled it out like it was the least he could do to help an old bastard enjoy his movie experience.Oddly, just a few … Continue reading Monkey business…