So, How’s Your Book?
Today in the car, my 12-year old daughter turned to me and said, “So, how’s your book?” She phrased the question like she was asking me about a person. The personification felt particularly apt since this book is like her…
Today in the car, my 12-year old daughter turned to me and said, “So, how’s your book?” She phrased the question like she was asking me about a person. The personification felt particularly apt since this book is like her…
I don’t know a lot of people who write full time, only people who wish that they could. The reality of mortgages or rent, cupcake expenditures and socks without holes tends to relegate those wishes to the fantasy worlds we…
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…
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….