Sex in YA: Everybody Does “It,” Nobody Talks About It

Originally Published: December 9th, 2013; Updated: June 24th, 2014 In Young Adult Literature, How Should Sex Exist? Sex is a basic human need. When we’re young, we’re curious about it; as we mature, we want it and once we have it, we crave it. If we aren’t having it, we’re daydreaming about it, reflecting on past experiences, looking ahead…

“Maybe”

Originally Published: August 26th, 2013; Updated: June 24th, 2014 “Maybe” I probably shouldn’t have told Nina not to wear her skintight plaid pants with zippers all over the legs. It wasn’t my finest hour. But I guess that’s the beauty of hindsight; it’s only good after the fact. Now I’m left alone, with only my…

A Portrait of Dementia

Winter 2009 It all started when she accused me, in so many words, of stealing a box of wheat pennies. She told me that “whoever stole my pennies is going to be haunted for the rest of their lives,” and that she put a curse on “that person.” My favorite was when she said, “he…

“The Totally Bizarre Tales of Phoebe Lizard”

These are the notes and scribbles I had written for the beginning of a potential New Adult series four PLUS years ago when I started grad school and haven’t looked at it since (notice a strategically placed reference to AIM Instant Messenger…remember when that was a thing?) I just found it in my files and…

The Possibility of Immortality

In an effort to sort through all of my old files and pieces that I wrote many, many moons ago in undergrad and graduate school, I have unearthed this piece that I wrote about Shelving Rock Falls in Lake George, New York. I don’t remember why I wrote it, but I definitely remember writing it;…

“White Noise”

This is the beginning of a YA Paranormal novel about twin brothers Dash and Rocco (Rock) who move into their grandmother’s old house with their father, only to find the house is haunted by some fucked up shit.  I was working on this a few years ago. I wrote a few more chapters, but could…

“Rooftops & White Walls”

More from the Vault of Forgotten File Folders. This time, I present to you the original introduction to the first full novel I ever wrote, which was the inspiration for the novel that I recently completed which I’m sending out to agents now. I’ve written about the process here. This is nothing like the book…

Poetry-Flashback Friday: Reflexion

Digging into my archives once again, I unearthed another poem that I actually don’t totally hate (the other, “A History of Pebbles,” you can find here. I wrote this in the fall of 2008 after I had graduated from college and was trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do with my life.…

I Am.

I am hurt. But I will heal. I am flawlessly flawed. I am not perfect. Nobody is perfect. Nothing is perfect. I’m beginning to realize that, as I get older, who I expected to become when I was younger is not who I’m becoming; I’m OK with that. In fact, I like who the person…

“When There’s No More Time”

This is an excerpt from the beginning of an old draft of a post-apocalyptic story that I really want to write some day. Perhaps some day, I will get to it. It’s something I wrote on a cold, rainy day, many moons ago. It’s probably not any good, but I’d like to think that, at…

Times Square: The Death of Happiness

I hate Times Square. It’s a melting pot of sweaty tourists, crusty foreigners, swindlers, pick-pockets, rude grandma’s, screaming children, the occasional Broadway actor donning a baseball cap — as if all the Rude Grandma’s and Screaming Children will recognize Fiyero from Wicked, and my personal favorite: the flea-infested costumed characters that harass everyone and everything…

Oops … I Haiku’d Again

As a writer, I find inspiration from other writers. I think it’s inherent in our job descriptions. Last week, I came across Defusing Chaos, a blog whose author had the brilliant idea to create haiku’s from song titles by artists like The Dixie Chicks, Madonna, Mariah, The Rolling Stones, etc. I’ll reiterate: brilliant, amiright? I…