New author to author interviews
Books I read in 2017.
This year’s Willie Morris Award for Southern Fiction goes to Kim Wright, for her novel Last Ride to Graceland
Daydreaming, recharging, bird watching
"You might not move your body around, but there’s grueling, dynamic labor going on inside you."
An intense couple of days ahead at the Writers' Symposium at Furman University, Mar. 23 and Mar. 24. But there will be laughter. Guaranteed.
A walk on a warm day, among the sneak previews of spring, where YELLOW announces itself, over and over…
My list, cobbled together from bookstore receipts, iPad receipts, library notices.
Here’s my test. I have to draw stares when I’m reading on a park bench, the airport, a waiting room—laughing out loud—and not care. Bust a gut laughing, as they say.
I stepped away from the churn and anguish. Sought refuge in nature. Read poetry. Wrote.
No one wants to kiss when she is hungry, according to Dorothy Dix.
I’m not going to fall back on my fainting couch. I’m not insulted. Just…disappointed.
SENSE of place, because senses—at least a couple of them— are usually involved.
Henry Miller kept a list of powerful writing "commandments." I love them.
It takes guts to play God. And yet, the omniscient point of view is enormously fluid and rewarding.
I’ve written before about the poignancy of regret in “I Want to Live!,” a story that manages to weave the nineteenth-century German philosopher Schopenhauer’s ideas around a bantam rooster named Mr. Barnes.