Category: On Writing
Five Goals
Or: A workaholic’s guide to avoiding going to meetings For Dee Wallace* I have a working theory: Workaholics Anonymous doesn’t exist because you
Mojo Binders
Or: Fetish and the Art of Writing I remember reading, where I don’t know, that Hemingway used pencils to write in his notebooks. It must
When the heat is a sulter?
Or: On Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Faulkner and the English Language There’s an old joke that goes something like this: Why did the broke writer pay $5
Finding inspiration and will power
One of the most frequent questions writers are asked is about their “writing space,” that special place to which they retreat to spend hours
Villain, thou name is Grammar
I’m not a grammar Nazi. I don’t wander around with a copy of Strunk & White‘s Elements of Style in my satchel, waiting to pounce
A Dab of Luck?
(Or: How astrology seems to impact the pattern of literature) Let me begin with a disclaimer: I do not buy much into the belief
Quinn Fabray is dead (Or at least she should be)
Before I go any farther down this particularly dangerous rabbit hole, please understand that I am a huge Gleek. First among my loves on
Flash fiction?
Here’s a question: what would it take to get you to read a five or six paragraph short story every day? The stories wouldn’t
Papaw’s Typewriter
Papaw’s study is perhaps the most vivid of my childhood memories. Everything about that room — the heavy oak desk, the southeastern window, every surface
33 Days
Or: I’m going to kill myself getting this done in time. I do this to myself every year. March is a month I should