Persephone.

Hi. This is my first blog post. I got this blog from a woman named Alexandra who I met at a party who was giving up on her dreams of being a novelist in order to do something else. She said it was weird because she just declared on the blog that she was almost…

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Wild Guppy Is Back Again!

I’m back. I’ve quit my day job and I’m ready to roll, fellow writers. New projects on the horizon and an almost done novel. Shaking off the shackles of anonymity and ready to be seen. Persephone reborn. <3 AK

I’m still alive, dear readers, if there are any of you left.

What I’m listening to in the background as I write this: Merry Happy by Kate Nash Sorry I’ve been silent.  I’ve just been busy. Stricken with death *my grandmother* who I lived with and took care of for the past 6 years died at the age of 99, on July 31. My mom got diagnosed with breast cancer first of this year. I worked like a dog at my job between the two shitty events. Now I have moved back home to take care of her. Not working. Trying to write my novel–as always–. It sucks. She–my mom–is ok. Maybe going…

Finding time to write

My last post was a little bit negative. I know that negativity breeds more negativity.  But, part of being 30 means, I do not take shit. I’ve sort of starting invoking this idea and name over and over again. It reminds me of the beginning of a Fela Kuti song “you give me shit; I give you shit,” then a jumble of bass and drums and guitar, with horns churning to an afro-funk rhythm . The thought of a Monday morning ahead of me breeds nervousness and anxiety. I have not prepared for my classes like I told myself I…

I have a bad temper *sigh*

I know I have a bad temper. I got mad at somebody today. It was the plumber. He is a nice guy, but it seemed like he had been giving us the run around. He’s been our plumber for nearly 5 years. We found him through a cheeky add in the phone book and we discovered that we are both Greek. Today, like a true Greek, I yelled into his voicemail. His honor was offended by what I said. He called our house while I was still on the way home and talked to my husband, in a shaky, pained…

Why Public Schools Rock [and do not turn you into a cockroach]

A writer friend who lives in the Bay Area told me that she was worried that she and her husband could not afford the 20 + grand a year per kid that it would cost to send her two children into private schools in the Bay Area. Her children’s ages? 3 and 6 months. They are nowhere near the school age, yet this young mom feels the pressure that many middle class professionals in the Bay Area feel: Should I put my kids in a private school because the public schools will turn them into cockroaches, or should I let…

The Day Lady Died

(Originally written October 14, 2009) Do you ever wonder, if you were to die all of a sudden, what would your life be worth?  If you were to die slowly, say, of cancer, like my writer friend did last October, would you write like your life depended on it? I met a kindred soul in Leila Abu-Saba, author of Dove’s Eye View.  I have known her since my MFA program at Mills College. We were classmates. Sometimes we disagreed on things, other times we dished back and forth, other times we shared intimate details of our lives and histories. Because I…

I had a dream last night that everybody at work read my blog

Is that weird? Oh well. I dreamt I was at an English Dept. meeting at the school where I teach, the same one we have at the beginning of each semester to discuss the semester’s business and of all things,  my blog came up as a subject of discussion on the agenda. Then I dreamt that my boss said that she had been reading it eagerly and had been an avid follower of it for years. Then different coworkers, some I get along with and some I find to be difficult, also brightly looked up from their agenda items and…

Athena

I love this painting.  It’s Athena by Susan Seddon Boulet.  I didn’t know this, but she was an artist who lived in Oakland and died of cancer in the late 1990’s. I found post-cards of her work when I was 16 in an eclectic store in Hermosa Beach. Kind of reminds me of the idea of rebirth.

Academic Black

I was doing random searches online and ran across an academic jobs wiki list for creative writing that listed all sorts of jobs for creative writers with MFA’s trying to hustle around their resume’s and get tenure track teaching jobs. In case you have morbid curiosity the website is here. This is a different avenue from community college jobs, which normally are in Composition or English or Basic Skills. These are the coveted University type jobs in Creative Writing. The cut above. Just a few more minutes, I told myself in the post-midnight glare of internet search reverie/addiction and I…