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little miss gnomide: November 2009

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Nov 24, 2009. Writers Need Love Too. The writer cannot—unless she is Thomas Pynchon—hide from the world after she has finished her writing. A writer must go out into her community and connect with others: writers, publishers, librarians, journalists, and readers. Especially when a writer is competing (I despise that word) with so many other books, she must be accessible. But I want to be an author so badly that I push through the anxiety. Of course, a nice glass of La Fin du Monde goes a long way to ...

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little miss gnomide: February 2010

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Feb 23, 2010. I met Jason Pettus, founder of The Chicago Center for Literature and Photography. Recently, Jason became interested in how Twitter can be used as a publishing tool for short literary expressions. So he came up with the “TwitLit” experiment. What the project means to me? I was thrilled when Jason asked me to be a part of this project. In the past couple of years, I’ve been experimenting with short fiction. I want to see how much of a story I can tell in the least amount of word...8220;CCLaP ...

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little miss gnomide: June 2009

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Jun 24, 2009. Gay Pride Open Mic Night. Last night, I had the pleasure of attending Women and Children First’s annual Gay Pride open mic night. Hosted by Chicago poet Gregg Shapiro. It was an evening of merriment, contemplation, and a bit of naughtiness. Began the evening with her rockin’, slam style, lesbian poetry. As a performer, Jenn P. was engaging, intimate, and energetic. I thought it would be difficult for the others to follow her brilliant performance. I was intrigued by Anne Laughlin. But I was...

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little miss gnomide: July 2009

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Jul 21, 2009. Sadie Rose (part one of short story). I am nothing. I am invisible . Hold onto what you believe, Francis. Look at me. Five foot, four inches of one hundred and thirty pounds of insubstantiality. Nearly eighteen years old and I just don’t believe anything anymore. No, you don’t know anything because you’re out there finding yourself. Without me. Fuck you. Remember when we were best friends? You were my big brother, my protector, my guardian. Remember when we lived out in the country? No one ...

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little miss gnomide: April 2009

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Apr 22, 2009. It's a broken hallelujah". A letter, revised, that I wrote in the great summer of 2003). In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity; I want other lights than my own to show all his facets." C. S. Lewis, "The Four Loves". With loving memory of Rick). Apr 15, 2009. Updated post from my open salon blog). But, I’m getting ahead of myself. But I have good memories of Saturdays at th...

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little miss gnomide: September 2009

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Sep 24, 2009. Interview with Author, J. Adams Oaks. Last week I posted about my (very exciting! First official reading at Women and Children First. I opened for a brilliant author, J. Adams Oaks. Who read from his debut novel Why I Fight. I was so impressed by the captivating novel (which I devoured in about two days) and with J. that I asked him if I could interview him. Tell us a little about your novel, Why I Fight? And how long would a stranger listen? I always like to hear about the beginning of an ...

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little miss gnomide: May 2009

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May 28, 2009. CTFS is now available on amazon.com! May 24, 2009. 8220;I need Plot: people growing, banging into each other and into circumstances; stewpot citizens: growing and hurting and loving and making the best of various bad jobs.” –Sylvia Plath. I’m sitting in my pajamas, listening to Cat Power and thinking about the past week. The sun’s out and Chicago’s alive with drivers and bikers and people hung-over from Saturday night festivities. We chatted with Leah Jones and Amy Guth while helping assemb...

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little miss gnomide: October 2009

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Oct 26, 2009. THE MISSION: TO MEET SHERMAN ALEXIE. It WAS a dark and stormy night. But I’m not going to say that. It was a Chicago night in late October. The cold rain made the roads slick and slowed everyone down. It was getting dark around five-thirty already and the menacing clouds made the sky even darker. We were on a mission. The destination: the Harold Washington Library. Sherman Alexie, one of our great Native American writers, has a remarkable biography. It took us almost an hour to get downtown...

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little miss gnomide: December 2009

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Dec 19, 2009. A few years ago, David and I created our own set of holiday cards featuring a penguin couple. However you're celebrating this year, have fun and be safe! Tis the season to be merry! Wishing you and yours a magical holiday season and a glorious new year! Gwen, David, and Jasper. Dec 15, 2009. December Updates and Wintery Greetings. Into being a bipolar hero and a funny note. On Chicago squirrels. I wrote about my second reading of CTFS and a fellow OS blogger, Jim, wrote. In case you're stil...

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little miss gnomide: I Once Was Lost

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Apr 19, 2010. I Once Was Lost. 8220;Not all those who wander are lost.” J. R. R. Tolkien. But if we are not worried about here or there, right or wrong, then we are free to wander pleasantly through the alleys. We see every detail. We see the smiling baby waving at us and the grandmother eating an ice cream cone. Here is our destination. Always. Here is where we are supposed to be. David and I had been reading The Tao of Pooh. The calm of this lifestyle has created a place—a room of my own—wh...Here, I a...