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The Advantages of Naughtiness and Bad Behavior

Look! Here is a picture of me with Deanna Raybourn who I met at the Dahlonega Lit Fest. She calls HER Best Beloveds “Dearest Chickens,” and is crazy-fun, but, I am sad to report, she is an addicted sugar-smoker.

Yes, Virginia, those are CANDY cigarettes. But they do not look like candy […]

These Pictures are Worth Approximately 1/3rd to 1/2 of 13,567 Words

13,567 is the number of NEW WORDS I wrote while I was up on a tall tall mountain with Lydia, retreating. Those brave wild honking beautiful LOONS among you who are doing NaNoWriMo may now yawn, completely unimpressed, and say, “That’s almost as many words as I effortlessly pooped out this morning before breakfast.”


Ongoing Thwartage

Self Portrait, pre-Salem

SO! Filed under QUESTIONS, sub-header ONES THAT ARE ACTUALLY NOT AT ALL INTERESTING, you should probably ask me, “How ya feeling?” You will be mildly disinterested to know that I am still sick.

You are not as disinterested in me still being sick than *I* am, believe me.

The […]


Mathilda, the Algonquin's cat. She isn't FAT. She's just…PLUSH.

THIS WEEK I will nutshell a few of the THOUSAND things I wanted to tell you on the blog this week, but could not, because I was on retreat and the internet was spotty and my technology was obstreperous and recalcitrant and vexatious and […]

What I Did on My Summer Vacation

The Intrepid Fenchurch Fenn, being all intrepid.

I spent most of my vacation time dead in my underpants.

By which I mean, I PLAYED DARKFALL with a fervor that bordered on fanaticism.

Amorphous people-shaped objects would rise in my peripheral vision and SAY things at me, things like, “Joss do you want […]

Savannah in Pictures

On my right hand ring finger is a single pearl set in a silver band. My dad gave it to my mom for her sixteenth birthday.

When she was nineteen and he was twenty, Reader, he married her. This June marks the 50th anniversary of their marriage. And they still like each other. […]

An Explanation

My best beloveds have essentially asked me, “Joss, why are you so bat-crap crazy, crapping crazy bats?”

In lieu of a straight answer, I give you a list of reasons why it is bad to schedule your life via a sacred paper calendar:

1) Rememer that superfun day when I lost the sacred Paper […]

Vermont Part 4: 14 Reasons why LaGuardia Is Hella Better Than JFK

When we left me on the long, long, log, long LONG road to Vermont, I had just landed at JFK airport in New York City. I had never been before. I always go to LaGuardia. And truthfully? I have become bored of the story, having told it to my mother, Karen, Lydia, Sara, Jill etc […]

Vermont Part Three: What Got Eaten (including My Dignity, Some Other Wayward Travelers, and My Sacred Paper Calendar)

Can someone get this monkey on a milk carton? STAT!

I am HOME, at last, at last, only to find that my Sacred Paper Calendar has been EATEN by Boggarts. Not my awful cat, although I would not put it past him, but by real actual Irish house Boggarts.

Do you understand that […]

Sex in the Lion Mist and Who Missed the Ark

In SC with Therese Fowler and Hank Phillippi Ryan

I had a great time in Myrtle Beach at the S.C. Writer’s Conference. I rose early and worked on my novel while watching at dogs run on the beach, ran barefoot for a couple of miles along the shore myself and got crippling shin splints, […]