The eleventh post in The Education of a Writer (TEW) series.
This is how the fantasy goes down.
You sack my sister’s room, demolish dad’s garage, take the entire house by storm before kicking me out of my writing chair. I hit the floor (near the potted baby orange) with a groan.
You press your boot into the nape of my neck and lure black birds in through the open windows like it were Aventine Hill, my parents the Latins, and you the Roman emperor Ancus Marcius … a crippled arm waving in the air.
That’s the long-running fantasy. The one about suffering. As a writer. Culminating in something like this … [Read more…]