Monthly Archive: January 2009

He’s four years old.

Remember the telemarketers who keep asking for my four year old by first name? They’re asking for the last person who had this phone number, and who apparently had either a timeshare or a lot of unpaid debts or both….
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Sometimes you get a sense of how long a piece should be. I’ve had short stories turn into novellas, or in the case of The Guardian, I delayed writing a short story so long that it turned into a novel. …
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