2015 was a year that happened

2015 felt like a year where not much happened. As I tally up all the culture I consumed and my own little adventures, it looks a bit threadbare. But I think this was mostly due to a fairly productive year on the creative front. I finished a novel and a one-act play, and wrote a […]

Writing the Other

In a less than metaphorical sense, all creative writing is writing the Other. Yes, memoir and autobiography too. Even when you’re writing about yourself, your Self is abstracted out into a literary echo of the totality of your subjectivity. An impression or expression is the best you can hope for. Because you are yourself not made […]

Coming Around Again

sometimes it seems as if the phd was a mistake. a waste of precious time. something i did not think over seriously enough. something i decided to do partially because of the financial security of a guaranteed scholarship stipend for three and a half years. don’t get me wrong, i was interested in my topic […]