Victor Luo is a graduate of UC Davis's MA in Creative Writing program specializing in fiction. He lives in Los Angeles where he loves never having to be cold.
Writing is most often thought of as a solitary activity, and writers know the hazards of too many captains steering the ship of a single piece. At The Toast, Jilly…
A writer and translator in her own right, Sybille Lacan writes a series of reflections on what it was like to have the famous psychoanalyst/literary theorist Jacques Lacan as her…
The great first sentence is not just a step on the path to a story but its own self-sufficient enterprise. Is it so easy to extract because it was unnaturally…
Over at Lit Hub, Sunil Yapa shares some guidelines on living cheaply as an up-and-coming writer. High up on his list: living outside of the United States: I believe at some point…
For the daytime version of your library you need some natural light. How will your library illustrate the romance of pursuing knowledge if you can’t see dust particles floating in…
Artmaking is a particularly human occupation. It deserves celebrating in small and big ways. Following the trend of microfiction on Chipotle bags and short story vending machines, a new endeavor from…
So while silence can most certainly be boring, unsettling, unbearable, it can just as certainly be an aid to concentration and thus free the imagination. It can quiet the mind…
Over at the Huffington Post, Christina Larmer makes the case for all readers to leave reviews if they want to support the authors they love: If you can find a…
Perhaps it is because there are so few proven paths to success, and so little success to go around, that when an acclaimed novelist actually succeeds on a large scale,…
Electric Literature has the scoop on the list of books President Obama and his family bought during their recent excursion on Small Business Saturday. Salman Rushdie and Jonathan Franzen made their way…
The writing life is hard, especially in the finance department and in the unstable nature of a freelancer’s status. Over at McSweeney’s, Marco Kaye writes a poignant representation of the inner…