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I have a 60-minute commute to and from work every day, and after hearing the latest Taylor Swift song for the fifth time in one morning, I decided that I should use my daily two-hours of car time for more productive purposes.
That afternoon, I dusted off my library card, scanned the audio-book shelves, and left with a stack of books-on-CD—four of them being David Sedaris compilations.
October 17, 2012 | Nadine Kenney Johnstone
A perfection demon lives in a studio apartment inside my brain. Sometimes, when a really great story bubbles up, she emerges, cracked out, and cripples my fingers from typing, warning that if I don’t write it perfectly, it’s not worth writing. Other times, she takes naps, and lets me compose my stories, but then she awakens, forcing me to look through a microscope and scrutinize my words so closely that I don’t know if I’m fixing or flawing my work. I’d like for my demon to disappear or at least be evicted.
September 18, 2012 | Nadine Kenney Johnstone
Yesterday I was mulling over things to say in an anniversary card to my husband. What could I write about two years of marriage, six years together, that hasn't been said?
Here’s what I came up with:
I love you. You rock. I like your eyelashes.
How was it that I could write blog posts, essays, an entire novel, and not think of things to say to the one person I cherish most in this world? Everything seemed generic, vague
August 14, 2012 | Nadine Kenney Johnstone
It was the same as any other Grub Street class—insightful instructor, dedicated workshoppers—but it was different in one way. The workshop I took in the fall of 2011 happened to coincide with my IVF cycle.
This was my plan:
During the first few weeks of Stace’s Ten Weeks Ten Stories class, I’d take the hormones, then I’d have the egg retrieval and the embryo transfer somewhere around week five