I had to be really careful when turning “My Magic, My Spell” into a song, because I wanted to be able to enjoy listening to it… but it’s also, at its heart, about a traumatic moment. My first few tries… were too raw. But the final version landed beautifully.
My story, “Anger is a Porcupine, Sadness is a Fish,” caused such a kerfuffle in my writing group with people breaking the foundational rule that we don’t assume fiction is about the author that I’m still not really over it. Anyway, it makes a powerful song. Continue reading “Insipid Liner Notes – The Opposite of Memory, Disc 2”