Burning in Boston
It’s been said lots of times, in lots of different ways, that any good novelist must have something burning inside him or her; something that absolutely has to be said. It burned white- hot in Richard Yates. Though racked in…
It’s been said lots of times, in lots of different ways, that any good novelist must have something burning inside him or her; something that absolutely has to be said. It burned white- hot in Richard Yates. Though racked in…
I have a muse named Charley. I call him a muse but honestly I’m not sure what he is. More than likely he’s a product of my imagination, except that sometimes he says stuff I would never say or even…
Rob Wilstein’s post The (Full) Writing Life got me thinking about how I started writing. There wasn’t a specific moment when I realized I wanted to be a poet, novelist, or whatever. I would spend years working out those details….
Sex, lurid or otherwise, wasn’t covered in Grub Street’s Incubator 2011- 12, the first year-long workshop. Or maybe it was, and I repressed it, or perhaps felt I didn’t need to pay attention since my novel followed an Amish family…
That is the question for more and more writers. On October 29, 2012, two of the big six publishing houses, Random House and Penguin, announced that they would merge. The merger would create the largest book publisher in the world…
Go Figure: Musings from the Mind of Rob Wilstein Thank God. Goddess. Whatever. Could be a two-headed cross-dressing iguana for all any of us know. And that’s my point. We don’t know, and anyone who tells you different is a…