Happy book birthday to: The Lost & Found

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I had long and rambling dreams about fountain pens and bookstores. I woke up many times, convinced it was morning—only to have it be more like midnight, one, two. Today’s a big day. My second book, The Lost & Found, is out today. I’m so grateful to have the chance […]

the first chapter.

My first novel came out on Tuesday. The past two days have been amazing & ridiculous. I cannot yet put them into words. So here is the first chapter of the book. I hope you would consider supporting my art & work & buying a copy, if the following excerpt interests you. You can also find […]

the day before.

    This week arrived out of nowhere. This week! I’ve been waiting for this week for two years, for my entire life. I’ve been imagining the way it will go. I’m imagining the ways in which it will be important. I’ve been quiet about it. I’ve been letting it come to me; I haven’t […]

a thank you, a giveaway.

Today marks one month exactly until the release of my first book, THE HALF LIFE OF MOLLY PIERCE. It feels impossible that in just a month, anyone in the world will be able to get their hands on something I made up and wrote down. THANK YOU ALL for your continued support. I feel so […]

murphy ranch, pt 3, the last.

  It’s the strangest thing, to come to the end of a book. I’ve been reading a lot lately, a book a day or every other day, reading far into the night when I’m supposed to be sleeping, waking before my alarm and reading with one eye closed and my cat burrowing under the comforters […]

first lines.

In November of 2012, I left New York City after three and a half years. I’m sure I’ve told the story on here before. I called my parents one afternoon, told them I was going to quit my job to write a book, and asked if I could move into their spare room. At the […]

spain in black and white.

I find the rolls of film in a desk drawer. I’ve been moving around a lot- New York to Connecticut to Scotland to Los Angeles- and things are resurfacing. Lost things are being found. Two rolls of black and white film. I think they’re both from Edinburgh and so I’m not in a rush to […]

the galleys arrive.

Now for the moment things appear to be going very badly with me, and this has been so for a considerable time already, and may continue so in the future for a while; but after everything has seemed to go wrong, there will perhaps come a time when things will go right. I do not […]

the cover.

What a long strange journey: writing a book. In the past two years I’ve moved out of New York City, back to Connecticut, over to Scotland, back and forth to Los Angeles, stayed in Napa Valley and San Francisco and driven through Maryland and landed for a week in Jamaica, toured London in a whirlwind […]