Voting is open for the Fascination Awards and my blog is nominated in the Creative Writing Category! To vote click on the link below, scroll to the very end of the nominations (I am the last one) and click on the +1 symbol. I am new to Google+ but I think that’s how it works!

I just found out that my blog has been nominated for a Fascination Award: 2012’s Most Fascinating Creative Writing Teacher blog. Seemingly someone nominated me and the comments posted in response to my posts prove my content inspires my audience and creates discussion! Reading that last sentence (a sentence every writer wants to read) I

Thirteen Boxes

The boxes take up nearly all the floor space. I count them quickly. ‘Twelve?’ ‘Thirteen,’ the delivery man says. I count again. He’s right. I sign. He leaves, grumbling one last time that the building needs an elevator. Each of the boxes says ‘Cassidy, New York’ in red marker, and something about that makes the

Bar 82 Reading NYC March 5th

First New York reading of What Might Have Been Me took place in Bar 82 in the Lower East Side on Monday night. To see the reading and find out what the title means check out the video on the Facebook page. http://www.facebook.com/#!/whatmighthavebeenme

Commenting on this blog!

I know a lot of people have previously been unable to comment on this blog so I just wanted to let you know I have adjusted to settings so everyone can comment freely! As you can see I don’t always post that often but more frequently updated content such as book reviews, info on readings

A little post about a big park

It is 91 days since my last blog post, the longest gap so far. Since I last posted I have rented out my house, wound up my business, sold my car, packed up, sold, stored, gave away and shipped my stuff and been through the complexities and uncertainty of US immigration. I’ve bid goodbye to

Hot in the city

It is hot in New York. Since yesterday, it has been hot. Last night, in Times Square, my ice cream ran before I could eat it, lines of vanilla and chocolate sprinkles sticky on the paper. Neon lights were off, electrical fuses blown from over worked air conditioners. The sun was long down, but the