Feelings about "The Fabulist"...

There was a fabulism scandal in my university journalism department, unmasked only once the fabulist lied about a foreign culture, and invented a life-or-death lie.  I remembered her name for years, because I perceived her lies as holding back my(admittedly tritely mainstream) efforts to learn the craft on campus.Now, instead of hating her, my thoughts about writing for college are about what may have happened if I'd written as myself without worrying about my "range", which I'm still not sure I even demonstrated anyway, though some of that stuff still seems cute to me, though not powerful or creative.
I don't sleep easily anymore so it was easy to find the movie about this, "Shattered Glass", on cable.(an entertaining watch featuring Rosario Dawson and Steve Zahn which is a hoot if you want either newsroom cameraderie or 1990s nostalgia, since it has both.) I tracked down the book, since I tend to follow even transitory enthusiasms, especially those I can fulfill for under $10. As I read, although Glass is not bad at sketching in the kinds of social-commentary details that certain kinds of reviewers describe as "telling", I did find myself paging through thinking "Shouldn't he be better at this?"
Maybe making stuff up wasn't fun once he had permission for it.Not sure I buy Glass' "Ordinary People", nobody-fails-in-the-Illinois-suburbs defense, since I have had fight much harder for less.

Catching Up With "Mom"

And I wish Adam had been played by a disabled actor(although it kind of feels like I'm following Mr. Fictner around, like" Nice spinal cord...be a shame if something happened to it," to say so)I like that he and Allison Janney are frankly into each other, but I wish there were some other choices for crip characters than a.Frankly pining for a non-disabled past...tragic
b.  comic-book villainy
c.  The "this old thing" thing they do on Mom...where the chair never makes his life hard, ever.There isn't really anyone this is true of, because we live in a shockingly inaccessible society

Another attempt to #AmplifyThe Children...

She writes it wherever she can.

“I want to be with my mother.”

It feels more natural in Spanish.

“Quiero ser con mi mama,”

She is running out of paper,

But not out of wishes.

Bohemian Crip and The Case Of The Pop-Up Social Services Visit.

Probably wouldn't  have usually met them in my Squad t-shirt.I thought it was next week.
Well, three months ago it was today, but someone(A new social worker who doesn't figure in cause she didn't get my file anyway) called and said she needed to reschedule. So we thought they did.
Tah-dah...both the agency rep and another social worker who we didn'
t know about showed up an hour apart.  Not like preparing helped much anyway.
If I were a drinking woman, I'd want one, though. Nice to know I'm in such deliberate hands.

It's A Win If It Says What You Want It To Say...

Or at least, I'm trying to believe that as I wind up revisions on the last piece that got rejected.  It's tighter and more cohesive, but the words didn't...fall off as I might have expected. I like it better...I'm going to try to take that as good enough.