A friend recently told me that I write more than anyone she knows.
Meanwhile, I feel like I don’t write enough. Between grad school, my job as a chemistry tutor, freelance editing, shepherding my upcoming book (Invisible Violets: A Mixtape in Lyric Essays) through its publishing process with Wandering Aengus Press, and about fifty-three thousand other odd things on any given day, my writing time is so much less than I want it to be.
Still, I do have a lot of ongoing projects. Books in different genres, including hybrid ones; novellas, short stories, screenplays, essays. I can’t give them as much time as they deserve, at least not now, but they’re always kicking around.
Chrys Buckley 