Queer writer of weird things
Have you heard of Dear Teen Me? It's a website where authors write letters giving their younger selves the advice they wished they'd had at the time. It even became a book that has letters from more than 70 writers. If you could talk to your younger self, would you? I'm not sure; the person …
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Enough of tooting my own horn. I'm going to sing someone else's praises for a while. I met ’Nathan Smith (who publishes under the name ’Nathan Burgoine) in May of 2009 when Michael and I went to the Saints & Sinners Literary Festival in New Orleans. I knew a little about him already at that …
I let things go quiet on the blog this week, didn't I? Not without reason; I've been writing. And (even though Michael Thomas Ford hates it when I do this) I'm happy to report that I've passed the 30,000-word mark on my thesis. Some of them are good words and even in the right order …
Back in 2003, I was taking a fiction writing workshop, and it was my turn to submit something for class. And I had nothing. Nothing, that is, except a bunch of old drafts and half-finished stories I'd written years ago. In a handful of cases, I had finished the stories, and so I reached for …
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Back in 2010, I saw the most wretched movie I've ever seen in my life. Bold statement? I know. And I've seen some real stinkers before. Now, I usually have a policy of not talking smack about anyone's creative efforts because a) I know how much that can hurt and b) I know that even …
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