"Jesus is grieved by this crap and He is calling all of us to step up and stand with the oppressed"
I don't love flash fiction. But when Indy literary pal Sarah Layden offered me her ARC of The Story I Tell Myself About Myself to preview, I was all in. She's such a peach and her debut novel, Trip Through Your Wires, such a tasty treat, I jumped on the opportunity to lose myself in … Continue reading Arg, Sarah Layden!
I stepped over to my manager's cube and announced my depression. It occurred to me yesterday morning before heading into work, all slumped against my pillow with TODAY and a mug of coffee, that this persistent weight of sadness even Hoda can't cheer away is simple, unmistakable, good ole fashioned "feeling depressed." And searching … Continue reading Resisting the Blues—Like a Boss
Think again. Consider, from Rivka Galchen's rundown in Harper's of twentieth century author family life and age demographics, among them: Alice Munro: Two husbands. Raised three children. First book of stories at age thirty-seven. Toni Morrison: Two children. First novel at age thirty-nine. Penelope Fitzgerald: Three children. First novel at age sixty. Then eight more. Rock … Continue reading Too Old to Write Your First Novel?
Every morning, agents and editors wake up, get down on their knees, and pray, "God, please let me find a good manuscript on my desk today."
Their livelihoods depend on good story, so our job as writers is to know good story and create one.
I know a guy who's writing a book. His career goal is to be a speaker at this type of thing. He is already a subject matter expert with an advanced degree that starts with a P and ends with a D, and he has a solid, healthy career with a reliable customer base. The challenge, according to prevailing … Continue reading Self-Promotion, Platform and Online Presence: a crass, aggravating, infuriating necessary evil
They say it takes 30 days to develop a habit, and J worked diligently to develop hers. She and I started our long distance writer/coach relationship around mid-January, and now she's ready for more focused instruction. Her first two assignments were throat-clearers, and now we're getting down to business. I turned to Poets & Writers for her next prompt and encountered this arresting poem by Ansel Elkins.
How I hopped aboard the Lent train and gave up sadness on the ride to Easter.
The Paris Review can't get rights from the interviewer to print in its entirety the Jean Rhys interview, regrettably, so I'll just have to quote from dear Madeleine L'Engle Herself. "If the work comes to the artist and says, 'Here I am, serve me,' then the job of the artist, great or small, is to serve. The amount … Continue reading Feed the Lake: Write Your Teeny Weeny Little Trickle
While recovering from my summer vacation heart attack last July in the small Colorado western slope town where I lived when my children were small, I stumbled upon hidden treasure on the bookshelf of my dear friend's guest room. Like an IV drip of creativity energy, leafing through the pages of Madeleine L'Engle Herself pinked up my cheeks … Continue reading My Creativity IV Drip: Madeleine L’Engle Herself
Dear Moms and Dads of Tiny Ones, Less blog post than Sunday snapshot of my life, this here message is a note of encouragement to parents covered in applesauce and urine and floating through the bodily fluid era of parenting. It feels like this, too, will not pass, and as aggravating as it can be, it's a precious … Continue reading Found Wonder: Parenting Teens Can Be Downright Astonishing