I read this in the newspaper today and can’t get it out of my mind. It sounds like something from a Stephen King novel. In fact, it reminds me of that scene in “The Stand” when the Dark Man cooks up a rabbit out in the desert. Only this happened in Denali National Park. And it wasn’t a rabbit someone… Read More A bizarre bit of Alaska
Things are going well in my very small corner of the writing world. Last Sunday Anchorage Daily News ran an article about my Best American Sports Writing essay, The Prayer of an Alaskan Runner. (Complete with the picture of me with The Beebs.) Friday I learned that my essay Running was chosen as a Notable… Read More More writing news, and a little bit of Joyce Carol Oates
I can’t remember when I first came across Kevin Brennan. Perhaps he commented on my blog or I read a comment he made on another blog. Whatever the case, I soon found his site, “What the Hell,” and discovered his book of short shorts Our Children Are Not Our Children. From the first line I was… Read More Author interview with Kevin Brennan
I can’t finish my second novel, Waiting For My Daughter’s Ghost. I have it written and edited, up to the last chapter. I even have the last chapter outlined and more than enough segments in rough-draft to basically finish the book, but I can’t do it. For the longest time I wondered why: Why was I balking? Why didn’t I… Read More Why I can’t finish my novel
Do you have a manuscript ready to submit but don’t know which agent to target? According to Chuck Sambuchino over at Writer’s Digest “Guide to Literary Agents,” new literary agent Adam Muhlig of McIntose & Otis, seeks clients. What he seeks: Muhlig is looking for fresh voices in fiction and narrative nonfiction. “He seeks authors of books… Read More Need a literary agent?
I remember in college reading Hegel (okay, I didn’t really read–mostly I just skimmed), and how the pendulum swings in one direction and back in the next, and that this variance was good for the world’s soul. I’m not sure how Hegel meant this to be interpreted but I saw it as karma. Or, in the philosophy… Read More Two more publications, and another rejection
I’m hunkered down at the Loussac Library here in Anchorage, sitting at a table facing the windows. The sun is that deep blue that hits just before dusk and I feel restless and itchy, the way I always do at the end of the day (or at least, the end of the daylight), as if… Read More Louisa May Alcott, I love you