My Cardboard Balcony

Well. It's happening. I am now becoming a busy person. Let me explain. While I am still working at the bookstore, I just started a part-time teaching job as well. I've finished up training for that and will be subbing for another teacher next week. I also have a transcription job underway, as well as the oncoming developments of my student teaching and my potential school site. In the meantime, I have been working on wedding stuff, including catering and budgeting, and maintaining this blog. At night, I read unpublished books and later write reviews about them and email them to publishing reps. I'm not sure how much I like being this busy. And my brain, all the while, is trying to tell me I've bitten off more than I chew. It's terrifying to have this much work now, and more work ahead of me. But God damn, is it exciting. It's such an adrenaline rush. I am so stoked to be moving forward and trying new things and building new bridges. I love being an ed...

A Formal Introduction by Belinda Roddie This is my wife. She's dead. Care to bury her?

This was the moment when I wanted to disintegrate, to dissolve into a great salty puddle and slip through the slats of the air vent, trickling down to whatever lay beneath. But I wasn't dissolving. I was still solid and tangible and staring at the red-faced teacher in front of me, holding my phone in his hand. No one in the class snickered. They were all eerily silent.