Pieces of a novel about Hillary, a 42-year-old corporate attorney, who leaves her 17-year marriage to financier Collin for Ava, a 25-year-old art student
Andy works with this lovely person—I’ll call her Erin because that is her name and this isn’t going to be creepy or derogatory—who smells really good. She knows that I think she smells good because I told her 30 or 40 times on Friday night. She came over tonight to watch Weeds and now I […]
Here is Washington Square Park, where Hillary and Ava walk on Valentine’s Day and talk about Lexi and Ava’s relationship history. Here is NYU, where Hillary and Ava met. Here is the dealership where Hillary buys her car.
Now I’d like to talk about Ava Delaney, who is a person and not a computer, although in many respects, Ava the iBook is more real than Ava from Fluid. Good thing I don’t care about what’s real and what isn’t. This is really about how things don’t turn out the way you think they […]
“So you just never wanted kids?” Ava asked so unexpectedly that Hillary nearly fell off the back porch, which was really just a few boards and a railing extending from the back door. She was perched on the edge swinging her legs and watching Ava create an elaborate mural with sidewalk chalk on the concrete […]
I bought myself a pair of high-top, purple Chuck Taylors to celebrate my novel and to bring on the geek, and it’s a good thing they arrived today because my friends are really smart. I had my Fluid workshop/party yesterday, and they tore my book apart. I pretty much knew that it was a big […]