Us and Them
Welcome to the first installment of Dead Darlings’ mishmash of the web, a series that will appear or not appear randomly whenever we feel like it. Over the past few of weeks, Mom and Dad have been fighting in literary…
The Past is Perfect
Go Figure: Musings from the Mind of Rob Wilstein Do you love to exercise? Do you crave the horrible gasping for breath, cold sweat, light-headed, skin-tingling terror of being thrown from the treadmill or sideswiped by the next eighteen-wheeler on…
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…
Travels With Charley – My (imaginary?) Muse
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…
My First Time – Writing
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….
Novel Inc, News from the Novel Incubator: Grubbing For Sex
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…