The first time I really understood a tide was in Fort Bragg with my father diving for abalone back in the seventies. A man with a mesh bag and a very sharp knife would free dive down and pry the eight inch abalone off the razor sharp volcanic rock. My father and I would keep…
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Network like a Mutha Fucker
I think the surest way to define networking is helping others out with no expectations of a return. That part is super hard. Especially if you quantify your life as being worthy of X amount of dollars. Which you are until you’re not. I read an article yesterday where a woman yelled, “I won’t read…
Powell’s Books in Portland
I read last night at the podium. The one carved of wood books, stacked one upon another. It was a moment. One to be appreciated for the feather in the cap thing it is. When you live your life surrounded by books, where bookstores are your candy store and then suddenly, you’re there and it’s…
Friday Fumblings
I’ve been thinking a lot about this human characteristic I see on repeat. I think it’s maybe more prevelant in women than men. You tell me. It has to do with pride and ego and sometimes I think women’s p/e is a thousand times more complicated. It goes like this….You can never ever in a…
Friday Fumblings “Gods”
Someone asked me yesterday why authors intimidate me so much. It’s true. They do. My friend Anna Yarrow told me last year, “you’ve got to start thinking of yourself as one of them.” I was like…but I’m not, I’m like the gum on the bottom of their shoe, a high schooler with “yur” problems, a…
My Week as a new Book Author
Publicity sucks. Mainly because it’s never ending and full of shame. Pitching strangers on Twitter, asking friends for Amazon reviews, tracking down email addresses for editors. It’s not fun although it has its moments. I wrote an author this week I found online and we instantly bonded over writing characters with nicknames. We’re both fans…
Performance Essay ~ My Little Marilyn Monroe
I’m a natural blond. So when eight village women in Kenya craned their necks down to watch me squat and pee off the side of a highway outside Naorobi, I assumed it had everything to do with taking a glance at my little Marilyn Monroe. It had been a long day on buses pumping out…
Friday Fumblings Column
Photo By Yanay Tsabary 10/21/2016 “Finished” I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Finishing. The word itself and the act itself. To finish means you need to start and in between you need to work hard and persevere. Persevere is a word I’m thinking of tattoing on my wrist when my book comes out,…
An Excerpt from Licking Flames
Photo by Diana Kirk Do people really make money from their Etsy shops? Or is it a hobby like knitting they’ve turned into a job description? “Oh, I can’t work at the auction, I’ve got my Etsy shop to take care of.” Like really, do Etsy shops make go-to-Europe money? I’d like to go…
Author Diana Kirk 