Posts under ‘On Being A Writer’

Last week I was hanging out at a bar by myself because I’d committed to seeing some friends tap keys and strum strings in their obscure – albeit adorable – band, when I noticed a familiar set of eyes staring in my direction. I looked away immediately, desperately trying to figure out who it was [...]

OH HAI. It’s been a long while, I know. That’s the thing about working online: you realize how public everything really is. Today, for example, not two minutes after I finished sifting through the ‘net for dental coverage, my phone rang.  Turns out it was an insurance agent (did I really plug my number into one [...]

Angela: shitmydadsays got a book deal Chelsi: yeah : so did the guy who does that fuckyoupenguin site A: WHERE’S THE BOOK DEAL BITCH C: you just have to start a stupid twitter or blog A: “stuff my vagina says” C: something that’s ephemerally cool and doesn’t give away the fact that you’re actually intelligent [...]

So you know how I keep telling you guys that I’m all busy busy and whatnot? Well, it’s a lie. Yep, a lie. A big fat bald-faced lie. Smack my ass and call me Sally. Wait…what? Though I have things to do, mostly my days are full of thinking about those things, rather than doing [...]

John Updike was an amazing story teller. The Creative Writer in me is deeply saddened to learn of his passing. The following is a flash fiction story he wrote called Oliver’s Evolution: His parents had not meant to abuse him; they had meant to love him, and did love him. But Oliver had come late [...]

While I do have a tiny bit of spare time for personal writing, it’s after I’ve written for a handful of sites and worked on what feels like a zillion projects. Meaning, by the time I have time to write for GAS, I’m usually too braindead to logically put together the stories of my life, [...]