One of the best creative decisions I believe I ever made in terms of family memory was fitting so much of my parents, my (novelist) uncle, and a grandmother, into my first three books.
An Accidental Treasure
The Sun Also Rises… On A Monday
You are running a real personal risk writing under your real name. If you are not a “timid” author, chances are you will write – even inadvertently – something that will offend someone.
#writingcommunity 4 This Sunday
I decided to give the manuscript a rest for a couple of days. What else to do? Hmm. Maybe loiter around the office “water cooler?”
Last night, I made the mistake of scrolling again through #writingcommunity Twitter…
Lessons Of An Earlier Time
What is going to become of our Kindle (and other e-readers) books a couple of generations down the road? Will a twenty year old born “50 years” from now even be able to access a “2019 tech” produced e-book?
#WritingCommunity 3
I am taking this opportunity to read the Tomorrow manuscript out loud. It is one of the last things I do…
Me, Myself, And The Catskills
My father and my sister came up to the Catskills with me on Sunday. They returned home to Pennsylvania this morning. So for some weeks to come… I am home alone in the Catskills.
A Tale Of Three Flights
I had not been on AA internationally for at least 20 years. Everyone I met was pleasant. Indeed the perpetually smiling cabin crew all seemed named “Ashley” or “Brett” and sounded like they were from South Carolina.
Pre-Birthday London
My birthday present.
About Tomorrow Today
Q: Recently, controversially on your blog, you attacked sci-fi and fantasy writers. Are you trying to be hounded off of social media and chased into hiding in, uh, Norway?
N: There’s nothing wrong with Norway. But I didn’t attack them…
Have You Ever Felt Like “An Idiot?”
After seeing that “Best Picture,” and skimming the online reviews about how “great” it is, I sat there last night seriously thinking this novel I’m finishing should probably be my last…
How Did It Become Almost October Already?
I need to take a moment. I wonder what “#writingcommunity” Twitter is up to? Dare I scroll?…
Twenty Years Ago Today
One never knows what lies around the next corner and what trials may land upon us. Regardless I hope and pray now, today, that there shall be at least another twenty years more, which is, I suppose, overwhelming evidence of happiness in a marriage.
Corrections, Corrections, Corrections
His last book had been published in 2004. I remember my mother around 2010 once having a go about my uncle’s internet behavior. After getting off of the phone with him, in her kitchen Mom threw up her hands in disgust to me and declared something like, “Hemingway keeps moaning he can’t write another novel. He sure as hell could if he’d just stay the hell off of Facebook.”
“How should an author respond? Don’t”
Having seen it unfold over the last two days, based on what I’ve learned over the years I wanted just to offer Ms. Avon some minor support. I did so in three quick tweets…
The “Editors”
Much as her self-appointed arbiter of “good writing” popped up to troll tweet Ms. Avon, I feel the same could apply to that passage above: “Rewrite needed.” Why? Ahem, well…
