I fuc*ed up my novel rewrite big time. I did what I often do when I’m insecure or uncertain: I abandoned my own instincts (abandon all hope, ye who enter here) and wrote what I thought my editor might want or what unknown and faceless readers might want or what that guy in grad school… Read More Writing my way out of a big mistake
Most of the time my life is pretty boring. I sit in a chair in front of my desk and try to write. Sometimes words come out, sometimes not. Every so often I pause to get something to eat or check email or mess around on Twitter or read a few chapters from this book… Read More My wild Alaska life
It was a typical Friday night and my partner and I got cozy on the couch to watch Unbroken (were we the only people on the planet who hadn’t seen this?). As a runner, I had been looking forward to this. I anticipated realistic footage of the strain and struggle it takes to become world-class athlete (I… Read More But is it realistic?
It’s late at night, the moon shining through the living room window. I should be asleep but I’m not. I’m lying with the cat, awake but sleepy. I’m enjoying the night, enjoying the silence, enjoying my own company. My partner is away for the night, down in Homer to check on the cabin while I… Read More A night alone (or, my crush on a Trixie Belden character)