(i should really be memorizing my lines:)

Writing memoir and personal nonfiction always at first strikes me as… indulgent. Like, how dare I presume that anyone else would care about my sad, silly anecdotes about getting lost in London and eating mozzarella sticks out of trash cans? What is the value of this genre for the reader, you know? I know whyContinue reading “(i should really be memorizing my lines:)”

i am bored, so i’m going to pick a literary fight with my college self

What follows is something I found lurking in my Documents folder. (I’m so bored, guys.) It was saved on August 8, 2010, and is entitled, “A Foreward That May Never Be Read.” JOKE’S ON YOU, ASSHOLE, I’M READING IT, AND I’M PUTTING IT ON THE INTERNET. Here we go: Who the heck writes a memoirContinue reading “i am bored, so i’m going to pick a literary fight with my college self”