Emperor “Moi” Crush reached out with his furred arm and swiftly took Mike’s rifle away as he armed himself. Charlotta got her gun. Dark legs spread, shaking, cussing at herself for not being able to decide whether to… “No me pegues, Charlotta, o pegaré a… Read More
More single gal writing advice (and slightly entertaining drama too!) Sorry that it’s been a while, fellow writers… readers… what are you? Write-eaders? Wreaders? Um, but when you’re reaching down into your most sensitive self to write in any case, and then while your hand… Read More
I’ll answer one more question about writing as a single woman—actually, as a single black woman—to wrap up the Writing when you’re single series… #3 How is being a black woman writer different? You’re the one who said it was, so no chickening-out, now. So,… Read More
Emperor “Moi” Crush reached out with his furred arm and swiftly took Mike’s rifle away as he armed himself. Charlotta got her gun. Dark legs spread, shaking, cussing at herself for not being able to decide whether to… “No me pegues, Charlotta, o pegaré a… Read More
The Writing When You’re Single series continues… this one’s a two-fer! #2 Writing on date night, and writing with a broken heart What about weekend nights—do you ever feel guilty for staying in to write if nothing else comes up? For this one, first let’s… Read More
Oh, yes I did draw a black Wonder Woman with cornrows… I’ve had some funny hehe (entertaining) and funny haha (oh, how embarrassing) moments writing as a single woman. Even as a black single woman, which adds another layer to what you may experience when… Read More
How I rocked, ro-bot-rocked my way to feeling recharged about writing… I get energized by really outstanding, super-weird creative people. And, Daft Punk’s feature in the June issue of Rolling Stone was so goddamned satisfying for a fangirl like me. They cover everything I’ve been… Read More
Emperor Crush had once been a fat little boy named Moises in the fifth grade at Sacred Heart School, between Mount Pleasant Street and Park Road and also Sixteenth and Park. He and Charlotta had played in the Mount Pleasant soccer League together, both the… Read More
In an orange autumn world, and overlooking a winding gray creek—silver, this morning, a sea of yellowing black walnut trees and kudzu, both invaders foaming far below, and alongside that, Charlotta looked down and breathed smile at the dizzying rush below and the incredible, orgasmic… Read More
The girl with the quiet, angry face did not, of course, call herself ‘girl with the quiet, angry face.’ She was Charlotta Phelps, but Charlotta was the kind of young woman who did realize strangers must call her ‘quiet, angry-faced girl’ and she relished having… Read More
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