When I was eleven or so, I was complaining to my aunt about how irritating my younger brother was. She, of course, said my brother was a great little kid, and maybe I needed to relax. So she lost points
The Writer’s Curse, Part 4
And so art meets the real world. Agents are not to blame for Alice’s failure. They are in a business. Publishers are in a business. They need to make money, and the enormous amount of time and money that would
The Writer’s Curse, Part 3
Don’t think it’s lost on me that the incident with my kid’s typewriter and the improbable result of my typing my own name, when I’d yet to study the alphabet or the sounds of its letters, was essentially the Infinite
The Writer’s Curse, Part 2
When I was in high school, Loren Cornwell was the hippest, coolest teacher to have ever walked the face of the planet. It didn’t matter that he was short, bald, nearsighted, or portly. He wore denim like a king wears
The Writer’s Curse, Part 1
I had to have been between four and five years old when I was first stricken with the writer’s curse. So let’s say it was 1965 or 1966. I’ll get to the reasons why it was a curse in follow-up
An Author’s Awkward Confession
I find myself in an awkward position. I just signed my first publishing contract and have a release date of July 8, 2021 for my novel The Things in Heaven and Earth. That part isn’t awkward at all. It’s pretty