Flowers in Storm
Here’s to storms and flowers, my friend.
That Time a Literary Agent Called Me
So. A literary agent asked to speak on the phone. The first words that spring to mind are ones like, “panic attack”, “euphoria”, and “queasy bowels”.
When a Literary Agent Flirts with You
Before receiving my offer of representation from Stephen Barr of Writers House, my novels were about as in-demand as laxatives after week-old gas station sushi.
(Not a) Review: On the Road, by Jack Kerouac
What strikes me most about Kerouac’s style is how he eschews the specificity of language that’s usually the hallmark of anything deemed “literary.”
I GOT A LITERARY AGENT (WHAT THE FREAKING HECK???)
After sixteen years of impeccable reputation, Stephen Barr, a senior literary agent at Writers House, has suffered a precipitous fall from the lofty heights of good taste.
He’s signed me as a client.
(Not a) Review: Warriors of God, by James Reston, Jr.
James Reston, Jr. has both terrific research chops and impeccable narrative instinct. Which is this book’s greatest strength, but also, possibly, its greatest flaw.
My first rejection
I’ve hung this framed rejection above my writing desk in every place I’ve lived since college, except for our current house, where it hangs above the downstairs toilet.
A new story in the cards . . .
Some stories get snapped up like dangling pinky toes in piranha-infested waters. Others skulk around like little lost puppies, dreaming of adoption.
If You’re Reading This, Something Terrible Has Happened
I pray to god no one ever reads these words. Yet I fear the end is coming.
Merlin’s Apprentice
Merlin: Welcome, my apprentice! This is the chamber where you shall spend your years in study and toil, clad in a robe, seldom spying the sun.
Me: So, normal work-from-home stuff, then?
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