Copywriter. Editor. Blogger. Shakespeare enthusiast. Feminist. Grammarian. Midnight novelist. Will fight you over em dashes.
Behind the story of "Pandemonium,” published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 18 November 2016.
Maybe those years of crying at all the wrong times—the last scene of Beauty and the Beast, my cousin scorching the dirty shore of Lake Lansing setting off fireworks, a band in an Irish pub playing Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"—have ruined me for crying when it's appropriate.
Anxious or not, none of us can afford to sit back and let the chips fall where they may. Because the chips will not fall in our favor.
It was not a shop you happened on by accident. Around the corner from St. Pancras, it was nevertheless miles from thought, from sense, from intention. Continents could shift between the thoroughfares of daily progress and Hammond Street, where Tom Nashe sold caskets to order.
Belial sighed as the Brown Line clattered overhead, sending aftershock tremors through the tracks to the pavement. He kicked a stray chip of gravel ahead of him as he walked, his hands pressed deep in his pockets. “I hate this city,” he muttered, mostly to fill the nearly deserted street with the sound of his own voice. “Too much fucking iron.”
He feels his father’s indifference like a cramp in his stomach.
He’s no longer a child, not anymore—there’s no reason to think about any of this. Sometimes he wonders if "childhood” was a thing other people had, like lake houses or great-aunts who wrote you checks in birthday cards that came three weeks too late.
I have stronger feelings about em dashes than most people do about the November election. That said, it might surprise you that I’ve been sneaking an error into almost every piece I edit. Hold onto your hats, folks. It’s time to talk about singular “they.”
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