I’m bogged down on page 124 of 300 pages of what was meant to be a quick copy edit and has morphed into a bigger than the Black Lagoon rewrite. Why? How many novels do I have to write before I can call it quits after, ooo I dunno, eight drafts? Instead of eight hundred? How to beat the creature or is the creature me?
writing, waiting, sleeping a little not much, drinking a lot a little too much, reading not enough but loving Hammett again, learning more about poetry and wishing my cousin would call. It is three weeks into the university term so I have films to watch and paper work. I am getting to know a very…
The great thing about having clever friends who send you their work is that you get to read it ‘in the raw’, half-baked and oozing with promise and hope and so much life that you will remember the joy of reading it in this state—as a .docx or an attachment or as half-toned pages smeared…
This is the final (ish) countdown. I have four more days to finish this rewrite. Break it down: I am on p 150/347 today, which means that in order to finish on Friday I have to turn over 50 pp/day which is roughly 8 pp/hour. So no time to be precious. Yesterday I worked from…
I write this in bed. I am reviewing books, having a look at courses I’ve been invited to teach, waiting on a call-back, and on a submitted story. And did I mention that I’m in bed? I mean, specifically, bed at 1 pm, surrounded by cords and open laptops and phones and legal pads and…
Thrilled to announce that my new flash fiction story, “Lifeline,” will be published some time next year by Catapult Press.
It’ll be awesome. Posts clogging up the system will soon start to flow.
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