Toilet Poetry

So on the final stop of my trip home, I went into the women’s restroom at the train station in Indianapolis. I found this on the wall.

handwritten text on a bathroom wall

He told me he was afraid of commitment with 13 tattoos on his body.

I confronted him.

He said:

“but I don’t have to worry about these tattoos leaving my body.”

/snap snap snap snap snap/ Rock on, restroom poet. Rock on.

The Golden Age of Indiana Literature

When speaking of the arts, most people don’t think of Indiana right off the bat. We have an unfortunate reputation of being nothing but miles of cornfields. (This is unfair and wholly untrue. We also have a lot of soybeans.)

We also have a hotbed of aesthetic culture.

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White River; Indianapolis, Indiana, July 2008. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Indianapolis has two major art museums (and several smaller), a whole slew of various other cool museums, a compact and entertaining downtown, and a thriving theater community with a ridiculously high number of theaters per capita. (I frequently catch a small or large production, in houses from a cozy supposedly-haunted lodge to the gorgeous Indiana Repertory Theater.) And Indiana has long been known for literature in particular. Continue reading

The Monumental Marathon 5k: Go, Me!

Totally just an achievement post.

Last week I was traveling, spending much of my days on a bus. In the evening I found a hotel treadmill or, one lucky evening, a great trail by a river. I wanted to lift weights, but hotels don’t always offer weights. But all hotel fitness centers have a treadmill.

One night on a treadmill, I bumped up the speed to a jog. And when I was able to maintain that pace for a solid five minutes, I felt ridiculously proud of myself. (I know, I know. Go ahead and laugh. I’ll even laugh with you.)

Where I’m going with all this is, while high in a fit of optimism and fitness enthusiasm, I stumbled across a tweet warning of the imminent closure of registration for the Monumental Marathon. I hadn’t even known it was happening, but it offered a 5k. I signed up. Continue reading

A Halloween Treat

Two cousins, the boy dressed in military camou...

Two cousins, the boy dressed in military camouflage and the girl in a ballerina outfit, wait outside a door as they go trick-or-treating,. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ll be honest, there’s a trick to this treat: this is only an excerpt. Not the complete story. (Sorry!) I’ve turned in three stories in the last two days, and there just wasn’t time to get this one done, too.

But I wanted to share at least a bit of it, because it’s seasonal, and it’ll be a fun peek behind the curtain of the writing process to see how it develops. Some stories keep a similar feel from the beginning, while others are hardly recognizable by the end. This one will change significantly before it’s done! but that’s why it’s called a draft. Also, please enjoy a glimpse of the quite-real Irvington Halloween Festival and maybe mark your calendars for next year!

I’d love to hear your comments on this work in progress, so please don’t be shy. Also please note that it will be available for a very limited time, because it is just a draft — and trick or treating doesn’t last forever! Continue reading

Recap: Retreat, When Words Collide, Gen Con!

a hawk feather lying in the grassSo you might have noticed I’ve been off the blog. I was doing writerly things, I promise! (Well, most of the time.) In short, I signed up back-to-back for a writers retreat, the When Words Collide literary festival, and Gen Con. Continue reading

New Story Out: The Ruins

Feeling the Burn

(Photo credit: Donna Cazadd)

“The Ruins” is now available to read online at Punchnel’s. Later this year, paperback sales of the Mythic Indy anthology will go to support Second Story, a program to encourage eager and reluctant kids to explore creative writing and improve their literacy and writing skills.

“The Ruins,” like the rest of the Mythic Indy stories, is set in a supernatural Indianapolis. Urban fantasy, folklore, science fiction, and slipstream all bump shoulders here. My story centers on the famous statues in Holliday Park, and what they might really be. Continue reading