New Story Out

I have another story out called The Lifeguard in Openwork Mag. I feel good about it. 🙂

I have yet another story entered into a couple contests that won’t announce for a few weeks. I love the story because I think it’s hilarious (you won’t), but I really have no idea what to think about how it will fare in a contest.

If I get a story ready by July 24 (I don’t know if I will) I’m going to submit to this really cool workshop/contest/thingy/journal at Sixfold. It’s a writer-voted contest and it’s similar (I think) to a bracket. You submit your story or poetry and then there are rounds of reading and reviewing. You get six or so manuscripts to review and vote on, and in the end, the winners get a whole lot of feedback and some money.

That’s all I have right now.

Story Published & Creativity Cohort

I am so happy to announce that I have another story out in the world. The Bangalore Review published my latest story.

My Mother’s Ring

Also! I’ve been running a creativity cohort online for the past few months and because it’s going so well (and is getting me to write on a more regular basis) I’m opening up another one through my music therapy business site.

In all the madness, there must be hope. Right? Right?

My Son and I Love Dory Fantasmagory

My oldest baby kid is in first grade. He is loud and energetic and currently obsessed with planes and robots. (Specifically, he is interested in a robot called Spot made by Boston Dynamics that can be purchased for $74,000. He is pondering where it will stay when Santa brings it to him on Christmas.)

“Honey, you’re not getting Spot for Christmas.”
“Why not?”
“That’s more than a car.”

“And they don’t sell it to individuals. It’s for companies.”
“Santa will bring it. It will stay in my room next to the RC plane.”
“Hm. You won’t be able sleep in your room. It’ll be too full.”
“That’s OK. I’ll sleep with you.”

He has high hopes for Santa. And for us (but let’s be honest, he sleeps with us more often than not).

This year has been unforgettable for so many crappy reasons. One of the good reasons, though, is that I will hopefully never forget that this was the year when my son really, really learned to read. He has been in full-time distance learning the entire year, and thankfully he has a great first grade teacher. Every day over these past few weeks the teacher has read one chapter from the fantastic Dory Fantasmagory series by Abby Hanlon.

There are five books in the series. It follows a little girl whose name is Dory, nicknamed Rascal. Rascal is the youngest of three kids and she has a wonderful, exuberant imagination wherein a villain named Mrs. Gobble Gracker tries to catch her to keep as her baby. I cannot recommend it highly enough. I bought the books from our neighborhood Wild Rumpus bookstore and watching my little guy thumb through the pages and describe certain illustrations to me from his car seat while we drove home was one of the most special moments in my parenthood to date. Because he knew what was coming, and because he knew he loved what was coming, we blew through the series. He even elected to go to bed early so that we could read two chapters instead of just one. We are done with the series and are now reading The Lulu Series by Judith Viorst and illustrated by Lane Smith.

And now I want to write a children’s book. Agh. I don’t know how to do that…

Other news:

I wrote an article for one of my friends and colleagues who runs a music therapy private practice here in the Cities. Working and Parenting in the Pandemic offers insight into a few music therapists’ lives who try to manage their clients and their kids’ distance learning when it is nearly impossible.

Here’s to the end of 2020. 🙂

Looking ahead

I am excited lately. I wrote a short story that I submitted to my writers’ group that got great feedback. I’m looking forward to submitting it to a few journals this week.

Also, I’m starting a group and partnership with a handful of other people out there to stay accountable to my writing practice. Such that it is with three little kids indoors in the Minneapolis winter in the middle of a pandemic. We’re starting this up tomorrow. I’m aiming for it to go six weeks at least.