Sara Ryan

This is the sort of thing that people have Tumblrs for now, I know. Just pretend this is a Tumblr post, okay? Because I find this sentence from the introduction to the Paris Review’s Art of Fiction interview with James Thurber so delightful I am compelled to share: “Opening the interview with a long history [...]

I took this about a month ago at the Usual Undisclosed Location when Mom and I were decorating her tree. They’re too fragile to hang, but they’re lovely.

Have you read Jenny Davidson’s The Explosionist and Invisible Things? If you haven’t, I suggest you go do that and then come back because portions of this interview contain OMG SPOILERS!!! Here, let me make it easy: If you need more persuasion, let me tell you that the books take place in a world where [...]

The alphabet, via my browser’s auto-complete suggestions, as seen in 1, 2, 3 and A, B, C. Somewhat predictable, but not entirely. A is for audible. Audiobooks beat back the hamster wheel of anxiety. B is for brizzly.com. C is for Chasing Ray. I’m an occasional poster and commenter, constant reader. D is for “downtown [...]

Reading the cold-medicine dream that is The Orange Eats Creeps by Grace Krilanovich, I have to slow down my usual reading speed to absorb it all — teenage slutty hobo junkie vampires marauding their way through a dripping mouldering Pacific Northwest landscape, in feral supermarkets and 7-Elevens, subterranean squats and filthy punk clubs, treacherous woods [...]

So many things I was gonna accomplish this afternoon. Here’s me. Here’s the cat. He is lying on me. He has to move sometime…right?

For a long time, the ideal of Being A Full-Time Writer shone in my head with a gem-like flame. And honestly, it still does to some extent. I dream of publishing more frequently, fear that my readers will forget me between books, lust for the writing time I think would suddenly stretch out before me [...]