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Writing Life: Criticism – Constructive or Destructive?
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Almost every writer can vouch for the value of writers groups and workshops. For many, a weekly or monthly session with your group, whether online or in the flesh, can provide a welcome respite from the solitude that comes with the writing life. In addition to sharing ideas and experiences with fellow travelers, deadlines can be surprisingly galvanizing: being forced to prepare your piece for workshopping can provide that much needed motivation and focus.
But along with the benefits of writers groups is the danger of losing your mojo because of some ill-judged feedback on your work in progress. Being able to tell the difference between constructive and destructive criticism is crucial to going the distance in this game…read more here.
Bend Down Over and What??
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‘Why’n’t you just bend down over and suck,’ he says. Then he kangaroo kicks me in the stomach. His Keds against my gut. Hard. I buckle, suck in air or try to, images searing my eleven-year-old brain. Bend down over and—oh, the horror! He stands aside, fists clenched, and somehow I make it past him and the hulking albino driver that we call Shorty and off the bus, half falling on to the snow.
Shitty Vampire
ByJSB
I came across this the other day. My poem Shitty Vampire in Trunk Books Vol II: Blood. This is a cool little book, full of great art and text. The beautiful image next to my poem is by senVoodoo. The launch was awesome. Very shmancy, the shmanciest I’ve been to. But strange, too. A huge…
I talk dirty at LitReactor – Palahniuk, Cormac McCarthy, Proulx and more.
ByJSB
My professional writing career began as a book reviewer for Time Warner Publications. To qualify for the job I had to review a pot boiler about sleeping your way to the top in Hollywood. I know, right? It had lines like, “Please Tom. I can’t wait any more,” and “His swollen thickness was drawing pleasures…
The Fall, at New Dead Families
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… His flesh hung in folds over his eyes, one of which had a sideways cast to it. His wife, Una, pushed into the center of the pass window behind the bar. Her face red as rubber, a boiling ball of rage and defeat stirred by the rage and defeat she saw in her husband…
When Genres Attack, guest post
ByJSB
… The agent totally gets it. As a prolific writer of poetry that involves everything from crop circles to telekinesis, he totally gets writing that fuels a desire for ‘another world, and yet one to which we feel the tie.’ Borrowing from Melville. That Melville… read more of my post at this blog here And…