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In my short story, “Uprooted,” there is a magnificent thunder storm that causes a tree to become uprooted in the woods behind the main character’s house. Last night, I experienced a storm close to the magnitude I had previously written about. We lost electricity and the high winds whipped around the treetops, tearing branches and
Classes are over, I’m done grading papers, and all my windows are open. Sounds like summer to me. For the first time since I started teaching this past autumn, I feel as if I can finally make some writing plans. Sure, I managed to squeak out a few stories during the past months, but mostly
But I must have. It’s the only way I can explain two story acceptances in as many days. Yesterday, mere hours after announcing my latest acceptance, I received another one for my story “Fixing a Hole.” Great news, right? Well, yes, except for that nagging suspicion that I’m hell bound. I don’t remember signing anything
Happy Cinco de Mayo, wonderful peoples of the interwebs. Like most holidays, one of the only reasons I bother celebrating anymore is the food. After long years of contemplation, I’ve realized that beyond the religious or political reasons for holidays, my emerging family traditions all revolve around the food and spending quality time together (which,
Confession. There is little to no relationship between home-brewed beer and writing, except the little known fact that if you write while drunk on homebrew you’ll be visited by the beer goblin who will grant you one publishing wish…per beer…per day. That’s why alcoholic writers are so famous. And so, well, drunk. To get off
If you’ve had a chance to read my latest story, “Camera Obscura,” and you were keen on learning more about the strange goings-on, I have good news: Mr. Rorchalk (the editor of TQR) managed to bend space and time in order to track down Hadia in the shadow world of “Camera Obscura.” Once found, Mr.
A while back I wrote about how much I love getting mail. It’s one of the not-so-secret truths about me. So when I opened my mailbox to find a padded envelope sent from overseas, I cracked the first–and probably only–smile of the day. I’d completely forgotten (which makes it even better) that the wonderful and
