Because my car up and died shortly after moving to the Pacific Northwest, I'd ride my bike to and from work, which generally meant a commute home around one o'clock in the morning. On the ride, Berman's musical vehicle, The Silver Jews, would keep me company in my headphones.
Stålenhag is a Swedish visual artist, writer, musician, and tabletop RPG designer, and it seems as though he's been churning out his creative projects for a number of years. As with much of the cool art that's out there*, I'm only learning about it now, hence the whole "late to dinner" phrase in the title.
In the preface to his essay collection, Zen in the Art of Writing, Ray Bradbury writes "And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has be awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation" (xii).
I like to think about writing while I walk, and it's while thinking about writing that I try to get my writing done. In fact, it's where most of my writing's getting done these days.
Barstow and Grand, the Chippewa Valley's premier literary journal, is currently accepting submissions for its third issue. What kind of stuff is B & G looking for? Poetry, creative non-fiction, fiction, and even hybrids of the genres.
He was going to hustle back to the truck, but as the band launched into "Morning Dew," the Wizard decided to stay on stage and in the moment. He describes Garcia as having tears in his eyes during the song's solo. Powerful moment. Magic.
from New York Public Library "If no one is expecting much, it’s not hard to exceed their expectations." " ‘Don’t try to be an author,’ she said as we stood outside a lecture hall in the bitter cold. ‘You cannot control that. Instead, try to be a writer. And to do that, you must write. …
I like a good heist flick (Logan Lucky is a recent top-notch addition to the genre), but Den of Thieves missed the mark for me in a couple spots, and it's important to figure out/talk about why.
Despite my best efforts to build and reinforce bulwarks against the season's various illnesses perpetually floating about, I managed to get sick this weekend. I'm hoping whatever this is--fingers crossed that its just a common cold--runs its course quickly. I'm doing my damnedest to show it the door with a steady combination of water, echninacea, …
Basement Missive From the Frozen North: I estimated that I need at least 17,000 words in the month of January to get somewhere near the end of this draft of the novel, though based on where the story's moving this week, it will probably be slightly higher. To reach this goal, I determined I need …