This is gonna be quick and dirty this week ’cause I’m heading to the homeland for dominoes with my daddy, biscuits and sausage gravy, some John 3:16 Pizza (I don’t know the real name, but it’s a great pizza joint…
I have a complicated relationship with the word “slush.” In the seventh grade, my stepbrother ratted me out for “borrowing” 71 pennies from my parents’ penny jar to buy a slushie at the 7-11. I got a stern talking to, which…
I’ve been feeling a little left out lately. Come to my lunch table. Come sit with me. I am so alone. It’s sobering to realize that even at my freakishly old age, all those feelings from high school of not…
This post originally appeared on Jungle Red Writers. I’m from a small town. East Bridgewater, Massachusetts. Population: almost 11,000 when I last lived there. That was 1993, the year I graduated high school. A half-year earlier Kent “Rusty” Taber Jr….
Many authors’ reactions to using social media are akin to being forced to eat your green peas as a kid. Look, I hate green peas. But if you add a sprinkle of this and a dash of that (or add…
“Write what you know”—and its many opposing suppositions—is perhaps the most commonly touted fiction-writing maxim; it has been defined, re-defined, debated, refuted, defended, and all the while handed down to fledgling writers as the ultimate golden rule. A few years…