I’m way behind on my book review obligations as well as my own writing and reading. Even when I was concussed, I managed to read—it wasn’t a good idea; it wasn’t pleasant, but it was irresistible. May as well tell me not to breathe. But my fall down our back stairs and the resulting injuries and staph infection has brought me low and humble. I haven’t read a complete novel in about three weeks and only a smattering of flash or blog posts. It’s unimaginable that such a thing could occur. The loss of productivity has been devastating. Because, if you can’t or won’t write, you can always read. But that hasn’t been possible. So it is with great enthusiasm that I have finally been reading again and offer a review of CS DeWildt’s fine flash novel, The Louisville Problem.
My story is rolling in.
Viper rings hot as a sweetie. . .
Well, we just wait until I come back to manage mental illness in the context wrong post right?
Me and slobbered all sorts on the child together. Thanks lab test lady. Continue reading
Angela Ackerman & Becca Puglisi at Writers Helping Writers (formerly The Bookshelf Muse) have added two more books to their Descriptive Thesaurus Collection: The Positive Trait Thesaurus: A Writer’s Guide to Character Attributes and The Negative Trait Thesaurus: A Writer’s Guide to Character Flaws. To celebrate, they are hosting a race, and not just any old race, either. It’s the…
I was looking for a primer on the elements of fiction to help Henry with his English homework, when I ran across Making Shapely Fiction by the late Jerome Stern of Florida State University’s creative writing program. This is one of those read-worn books I forget about but end up running across about twice a year, pull off the shelf, and curl up with. It’s always a pleasure to re-discover it. Continue reading
Like most kids, ours is especially gifted at ferreting out the conversations Peter and I want to keep private. While he has selective hearing about getting up in the morning, what time to come home, did he take his vitamin, brush his teeth, or do his homework, he displays a hearing ability that convinces us he can hear the neighbor’s grass grow, such as when Peter and I huddle in the pantry and whisper. We’d hear Henry call down from upstairs, “What? Who’s having an affair? What does rehab mean? And don’t even try to slip any grated carrots into the meatloaf. I can tell.” We learned that if we wanted to keep Henry in the dark, we were better off texting, emailing or meeting up for coffee to talk about our gossip and secrets in public. So, we’ve been surprised that Henry hasn’t said a word to us over the last week since we’ve openly been talking about Peter’s nationwide job search while Henry lurks around. However, last night Henry reached a breaking point and confronted us when he heard us discussing Wichita. Henry and I have concerns about Wichita. His may seem more rational, but really, they’re shortsighted. It’s not Wichita itself so much as its location. Wichita seems like a cool city, in fact, and we’d have a great time there.
I don’t write new work every day, but I’m constantly at work on my writing, no matter what type of writing it is–and it’s mostly revision. An essential feature of my approach to writing is mental work and engagement. What I want to touch on today has to do with the routine or habit of writing, and in particular, writing fiction. Continue reading
If my blog were a physical thing, it would be buried beneath stacks of dusty books, junk mail, cups of spare change, dirty coffee cups, tissues and various odds and ends. It’s naturally been a crazy couple of months, so something had to give. I was concentrating on other kinds of writing, and every creative impulse was directed elsewhere. I apologize for my slacker ways. Summer began at the end of June after the protracted school year due to the extraordinary blizzard cancellations last winter, and with it came a house full of bronchitis that lasted for over two weeks. Our home transformed into a sanitarium, our own Magic Mountain, except no magic or mountain, just misery.
Since my good friend, Dave, linked me up to Retronaut, a carefully curated and indexed image archive, I have put in a good amount of time on the site from sheer fascination. I find myself browsing through the images when I need some downtime from whatever it is I’m working on or need some inspiration.