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…
This is the time of year that makes us wish we were back in school. Not because we want homework or tests, but because we want back to school clothes, back to school shoes (black patent leather ones, please), stacks…