The Miami Book Fair is like, my rock concert. Instead of getting smashed in the face with someone’s foot, I tend to sit around eating crepes. In both instances, I collect autographs. The author autograph is a weird thing, especially for me, as a writer. I like authors. I like to tell them I find [...]
Unpopular Opinion: I think calling yourself an aspiring author/aspiring writer is doing you nothing but harm. I don’t want to be mean. I don’t want to be rude. I don’t even want to point anyone out, but, I just don’t get it. Why would you ever call yourself an aspiring writer? I see it [...]
Through the small glass lens he could just make out the illumination from the spotlights over the kitchen counter in the darkness of the kitchen and the living room. The north wall of the apartment was a window with a sliding door that lead out to the balcony, granting an expansive view of the [...]
He laid the notebook open on the table in a haphazard cut-and-paste of newspaper clippings, sun-bleached fliers and bus tickets, articles of life collected and remembered. The clippings sold headlines of man-hunts in sleepy neighborhoods and missing grocery store clerks and teachers, telling stories about people thought dead and never recovered. They were sandwiched [...]
Starting today, each Monday I will be going out and finding some fiction that graces the internet with its fantasticness. Stories piled up blankets and hidden behind doors, small published, nonpublished, who cares about publishing. Just very good fiction to get you in the mood for the week… Joanie keeps sketching. [...]
