Over half full. Getting pumped for this. Looking forward to meeting my students.
Other people get the flu. Writers take Pseudoephedrine. 1000 words. Plus I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. Always happens when I start a new work, and the uppers help.
April 4. Always a good time mixing things up at LitReactor.
Still some places left, but it sold out last time, so jump in while you can. Can’t wait to meet the whole class, read everyone’s work, and get into some writing.
I wrote a piece on rejection inspired by a student who has, by way of their first rejection slip, joined our family of the damned. You can read it at Vol.1.Brooklyn, a great little lit mag taking lollipop steps all over the intersphere. For TW and RN.
Thanks to Lori Hettler of The Next Best Book Blog for including me in this. The room doesn’t have any windows unless you count the old kitchen window that once probably overlooked a vegetable garden and which now looks into a bathroom the slumlord added on later. We nailed this bulletin board over the window…
Writing the Weird, over at LitReactor has wrapped for now. I dug it more than a little, thanks to one of the most inventive and crazy-enthusiastic groups I’ve had the privilege of working with. I read some great stuff—malevolent bees and addictive urinal cakes (because they’re blue) and ghost towns of the mind. It was…