The Loneliness of the long distance writer

The other day a young woman asked me what I did for a living.  What an interesting question.  If I had to live off the money I make from writing, I’d be living in a garden shed.  On the other hand, it is through writing that I live.  So, in a very real sense, when…

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You don't know what you don't know…

This week a friend called me, her tone a bit tightly-wound, and asked if I had a few minutes to talk.  My friend is a writer, someone I’ve met only recently, and she’s just published her first book.  It’s done pretty well.  A few nice reviews, a bit of attention.  She should be happy.  But…

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Newsflash — nobody has a clue

Before I published, I had this fantasy that somewhere, perhaps on the top floor of a glittering skyscraper in New York City, at the end of a long corridor lined with books and the portraits of famous writers, was a room in which stood a heavy oak table surrounded by high-backed leather chairs.  In these…

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A Simple Life….Beloved

Photo by Ron Davis – Newfoundland A couple of nights ago I watched the tail end of a television show about a serial killer. In this episode the serial killer in question was a goth rock star who had lost himself in his stage persona. At the end of the show a woman’s voice-over quotes…

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When you want to give up

There comes a time when every writer wants to give up, to crumple those pages into tight little balls and toss ’em in the basket, or better yet — burn ’em. In fact, when I’m teaching I often tell students this in the first class, so they won’t be blindsided when it happens to them.…

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From this broken hill…

I recently heard of an internationally acclaimed author whose work I admire IMMENSELY, having his newly finished novel turned down. (And no, I’m not going to name names.) I don’t know why the book was turned down, although I can’t imagine it was because it wasn’t well written. This man is simply incapable of writing…

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