Archive for May, 2012

The Question of Where

I rarely think about where I write. The question is usually when, or how, or if I will—”where” is an afterthought. When I consider “where”, I find it’s a loaded word. “Where” denotes locations tangible and intangible. Is it my plastic Ikea desk or the solitary confines of my mind? Even if we limit “where” […]


An Environment Ripe for Writing

I have a home office. Like the rest of my house, it’s decorated in contemporary clutter. Looking in from the door, you’d see a direct path to my chair lined on either side by stuff. My computer sits on a roll top desk among the ever-changing collection of coupons, bills, scraps of paper with scribbled […]

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Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84 (Review)

1Q84 Author’s doorstop of a novel, Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84 is nothing if not ambitious in its scope and heft. At times thrilling, at times boring, the story follows the separate—albeit connected—storylines of Aomame and Tengo, two 29-year-old residents of Tokyo.  Aomame is an emotionally walled-off woman who works as a personal trainer, specializing in self-defense.  […]

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Redefining spaces

By Jennie Jarvis When I was living in Los Angeles, I was spoiled. I had an office space on the top floor of my three story condo that consisted of just enough room for my Ikea desk, a chair for my dog and a couple of bookshelves. The wall across from my desk was open, […]



A Room of My Own

A Room of My Own Although I love to write, it takes very little to divert my attention from my work.  There are days when I curse the makers of Bejeweled Blitz and Monopoly for existing within easy reach of my mouse.  But the ability to be so easily distracted comes from being out of […]



Where do I write?

Where don’t I write? is an easier question.  I am blessed with not needing a special place or absolute silence or my special chair or what have you. I spent 20 years in advertising.  Writing in agencies where getting hit with a nerf dart or being on the wrong side of an Uzi water gun […]



I imagine that the first time I spoke, I did so out of necessity. I’m not talking about my first word. I mean the first time I uttered a sound with the intention of expressing my singular, interior wants or needs to the people around me. I can’t remember the moment, but I visualize it […]