Posts Tagged: writing

News

Well friends, life continues to be wacky. I’m a midwesterner now, splitting my time between New Buffalo, MI and Chicago, IL. So far, so good, though, and seriously I know everyone gets it, but that lake is huge. Anyway, as

News

Well friends, life continues to be wacky. I’m a midwesterner now, splitting my time between New Buffalo, MI and Chicago, IL. So far, so good, though, and seriously I know everyone gets it, but that lake is huge. Anyway, as

The Drunken Boat

For the last few summers, I’ve spent great chunks of my time shelf-reading at the library. Standing in an aisle, reading call numbers, making sure that 140,000 volumes are all in the order Library of Congress and we have laid

The Drunken Boat

For the last few summers, I’ve spent great chunks of my time shelf-reading at the library. Standing in an aisle, reading call numbers, making sure that 140,000 volumes are all in the order Library of Congress and we have laid

Tom Robbins, and the Beet

I’m interested in writing about the anxiety of influence, but I wonder if I have anything to say that hasn’t been said already. I was making dinner about an hour ago, slicing into a beet. God damn, beets are beautiful.

Tom Robbins, and the Beet

I’m interested in writing about the anxiety of influence, but I wonder if I have anything to say that hasn’t been said already. I was making dinner about an hour ago, slicing into a beet. God damn, beets are beautiful.

News and New Fiction

A sweaty week out here in the hilltowns. I passed a few hours in Boston yesterday, recording my story, Testimony, for The Drum. It went fairly well, I think, and I only stumbled across a few sentences. Not so bad for

News and New Fiction

A sweaty week out here in the hilltowns. I passed a few hours in Boston yesterday, recording my story, Testimony, for The Drum. It went fairly well, I think, and I only stumbled across a few sentences. Not so bad for

More of the Same

New fiction up. It’s short, and not so sweet, but worth a look.

More of the Same

New fiction up. It’s short, and not so sweet, but worth a look.

Well, This Is Nice

Oh, internet, it’s been too long. I spent the winter in a bit of a seasonal depression daze, submitting to journals and reading sad books and eating a lot of soysage. Yeah, that’s right, not even real sausage. Soysage. But,

Well, This Is Nice

Oh, internet, it’s been too long. I spent the winter in a bit of a seasonal depression daze, submitting to journals and reading sad books and eating a lot of soysage. Yeah, that’s right, not even real sausage. Soysage. But,

The Apology

Also, friends, there IS new fiction this week. A short-short called The Apology is on my new fiction page. Aptly titled, as I think I owe an apology for not updating in some time.

The Apology

Also, friends, there IS new fiction this week. A short-short called The Apology is on my new fiction page. Aptly titled, as I think I owe an apology for not updating in some time.

Pardon Our Monsters

Three years ago, I came across a book by a young Canadian Writer named Andrew Hood called Pardon Our Monsters. It’s a collection of short fiction made up of 12 stories ranging from just two pages to nearly thirty. I

Pardon Our Monsters

Three years ago, I came across a book by a young Canadian Writer named Andrew Hood called Pardon Our Monsters. It’s a collection of short fiction made up of 12 stories ranging from just two pages to nearly thirty. I

J.D. Salinger

The facts at hand presumably speak for themselves, but a trifle more vulgarly, I suspect, than facts even usually do. January 1, 1919 – January 27, 2010

J.D. Salinger

The facts at hand presumably speak for themselves, but a trifle more vulgarly, I suspect, than facts even usually do. January 1, 1919 – January 27, 2010

The Garden of Eden

Right now, I’m reading The Garden of Eden by my good friend Ernest Hemingway. It’s published posthumously, and edited by Hemingway’s son, so you can’t quite trust the content 100%, but it does rule pretty hard most of the time.

The Garden of Eden

Right now, I’m reading The Garden of Eden by my good friend Ernest Hemingway. It’s published posthumously, and edited by Hemingway’s son, so you can’t quite trust the content 100%, but it does rule pretty hard most of the time.

Bukowski at Work

It seems lately that I need to keep reminding myself of the benefits of my job. (almost) Unlimited access to 9,000,000 books across five colleges no supervision for five of my eight hours a day becoming exposed to hundreds of

Bukowski at Work

It seems lately that I need to keep reminding myself of the benefits of my job. (almost) Unlimited access to 9,000,000 books across five colleges no supervision for five of my eight hours a day becoming exposed to hundreds of

Sometimes Being Literary Means Having To Read Erotica At Work

Dialogue has always been one of my biggest challenges as a writer. Usually, I just sort of ignore it and create these elaborate, deep and imaginative characters who, for whatever reason, are largely silent. Well, it turns out that people

Sometimes Being Literary Means Having To Read Erotica At Work

Dialogue has always been one of my biggest challenges as a writer. Usually, I just sort of ignore it and create these elaborate, deep and imaginative characters who, for whatever reason, are largely silent. Well, it turns out that people