It’s the post 2016 world. You’ve got nothing left to give. How will you survive? How will any of us survive? Write till you puke. And stay weird.
Bring me your dreams and your nightmares, your broken bunnies and inflatable friends, your pocket universes and hero’s gurneys and sentence fragments and eldritch ellipses. I promise to make you uncomfortable. Still time to sign up.
Couple of places left to learn how writing weird fiction is done, really, how writing better fiction is possible, honestly. Meet like-minded writers, interstitial fools and visionaries whose gaze is fixed not wholly on the futur/istic, nor entirely on the horror/ific, or the fantastical but which falls somewhere between those cracks. Where the wild things are.
I love teaching this class. It can get wiggy. Some new material for a new group of talented writers pushing the boundaries of the heart and mind—I learn more from them every time.
Over half full. Getting pumped for this. Looking forward to meeting my students.