Sara Ryan

No, seriously. Stuffed animals, as in animals that are stuffed. I am in a place where taxidermy is a primary theme of the decor. This is also part of the decor: Indeed. Despite the alarming preponderance of taxidermy, it is an inspirational place because of the company. I’m at the BG Literary annual client retreat. [...]

This was one of my journals in junior high. I remember being impressed with its size, and with the fanciness of the gold-embossed cover. It made me feel like what I was going to write inside would be significant. And it was a Borders journal. Surely if my journal was from a place where you [...]

The street asks these things.

I’ve gotten on the George R.R. Martin train — and yes, the HBO Game of Thrones adaptation is why, bravo most especially to Peter Dinklage. I’m also listening to the Roy Dotrice audiobooks. Huzzah for the type of narrative where the one thing you can depend on is This Won’t End Well. Misha Glouberman and Sheila [...]

I’m indebted to the artist who put this up in my neighborhood. The gritted teeth, the grim expression — it’s like that, yeah. You want your writing to process, like with Pomp and Circumstance and fancy outfits. But sometimes what you get is more like processed, as in meat, and you’re trying to assemble ill-favored [...]

Almost compass roses: Hypothesis: food coloring does not harm goldfish. At least one hopes that’s the case. My previous photo post mysteriously vanished, so here are these, too: Sometimes the view just looks like a comics panel: Reflected clouds: A Baron Von Fancy peach, considerably faded: She’s floating: Art: Sporadic Internet for the next few [...]