Somewhere in an empty office sits an empty chair. This chair was filled once, was party to a purpose only one person could realize. Like many of us, this person was a writer, but to so many, she was much, much more. An inspiration. A community leader. A mother. A wife. This writer was one… Continue reading A Death Unlike Any Other
You weren't selected for RevPit? Me neither. No, seriously, I wasn't---and not because I was an editor as opposed to an entrant. I, too, submitted to the annual RevPit event in April 2017, and, much like you, walked away with nothing. Except that's not true. Not even close to it, in fact. It can be… Continue reading You weren’t selected for RevPit. Now what?
Back in 2013, I attended the University of Wisconsin's Writers' Institute for the first time as a bright-eyed, self-styled savant, ready for agent pitches and the success that would surely follow. Things didn't exactly work out as planned. Though I walked away from every pitch with a request for pages, nothing ever came of those… Continue reading On Finding and Embracing Community
Imagine me, aged twenty-three, in a cramped room with a tin roof, the only furnishings a collapsible aluminum table, a plastic lawn chair, and a ragged futon pressed against the far wall. Black rot blossoms along the molding, and every dog in the city barks at passersby who blink too loudly. This is where I… Continue reading Writing is Like Using a Washing Machine. Kind of.
It's been... an interesting weekend. My in-laws invited my wife and I to visit, but I elected to stay home to make a sizable dent in my revisions for Event Horizon, the third book in my EMPATHY series. With the place to myself (aside from my cats), I figured I'd have no problem doing all the… Continue reading On Progress, Goals, and Control