The Untidy World
“In truth, memory’s great betrayal, that it will not lie intact in wait for us, is lament enough to revisit in every generation. This is what I go to nonfiction…
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A Memorandum of Ghosts
Outside my window in Chicago it is snowing. I am overlooking a back yard that looks like a New England forest. Pine trees and garden bridges, amber soil and dirty…
Book Publishing Hierarchy
We also make an exception for a list if it’s really funny, and we’re on it. Hence: Paul Bogaards’ “Hierarchy of Book Publishing: The Top 100.”
Messing with Memoir
When my memoir went out of print, it was as if someone had thrown a stray puppy onto my doorstep. Dazed, mangy, with a tendency to pee on the rug,…
Prompts in Your Box
Online writing community Figment has recently inaugurated Figment Daily Themes, “a free daily email service through which subscribers receive a thoughtful, compelling writing prompt five days a week.” Occasionally, prompts…
Winter Grotto Classes
If you’re in the Bay Area, you should check out this list of upcoming writing classes and workshops at The Grotto. Winter classes begin January 17, and all students enrolled…
On Revelations
“When you write personally and intimately, difficult questions arise. Whose stories do we, as writers, have the right to tell? To what extent do we have the right to write…
Best Music for Writing
At The Village Voice, Jami Attenburg reveals 2011’s top ten pieces of music to listen to while writing, “as supplied by the authors of recent books,” so they must be…
Practice Restraint
Electric Literature is asking us to show some restraint this holiday season with their Holiday Restraint Short Short Contest. Submit “a short short of 30 to 300 words, that uses…
Friendly Advice
What do you do if you find yourself befriending a writer? Rebecca Rosenblum breaks it down, answering a few FAQs regarding day drinking, topics of conversation, and reading a friend’s…
Writing With A Pen
“For me, writing longhand is an utterly personal task where the outer world is closed off, just my thoughts and the movement of my hand across the page to keep…
What We Lost When We Lost Barbara Jean
This is the truth. Around noon I gulped a shot of tequila and then placed a chair in my closet, sat down, shut the door and put my .22 rifle…