I won’t lie—I am seven months behind in my National Geographic subscription. It’s not that I’m okay with letting things pile up. There’s just so much demand on my time. It’s a problem, but it only affects me. What am I to the big, wide world? Even still, I try to keep up. National Geographic... Continue Reading →
"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us…we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A BOOK MUST BE THE AXE... Continue Reading →
When they said kill your darlings they didn't explain how they would only ask about the rabbits so I said ok, maybe we can just stay here for a while so I stretched & scratched my head & bled & waited waited until they said "look what you made us do we... Continue Reading →
"More than anything else I do, I don’t show up."
The artist that does not ask for a person's eyes, ears, and heart, is one that easily becomes just another weirdo in the din.
It has been a long time coming. After the utter failure of Onwards & Outwards as an e-book, I decided to strive with my head to the proverbial wall of rejection and put some resources into putting my words into print. In all honesty, I did not even really want to read my novel as an e-book. Call... Continue Reading →
Today I briefly considered joining my provincial writer’s guild. I thought being part of a guild will help validate my writing. Like being part of the club will mean I was in. I could make witty lit small talk at book releases and at the guild’s annual conference. Maybe I could run into Ibi Kaslik... Continue Reading →