Category: Personal
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My mugging
Hi all. I’m sorry this note is short, but I only have the use of one hand right now. A lot of friends have emailed or messaged to ask what happened to me in NYC and how I am doing. This is the short version, due to my not being able to type with both…
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Being on Set for Jamie Marks is Dead
At the end of this past week, I took a spontaneous trip to upstate New York to visit the film set for the movie “Jamie Marks is Dead” which is based on my first novel, One for Sorrow. The director and script writer, Carter Smith, had sent me an email earlier in the week inviting me…
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A few items of summer
It’s been a while since I last posted the picture of my cat screaming, and various things have occurred both before and after that, which I am aiming to catch up with and report here, in this dusty corner of the internet. Item One: As of this summer, I have new literary representation in the…
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This Year/New Year
Happy New Year to everyone! I’m excited to start over, however arbitrary a choice in time to do so it is, or perhaps however traditional/stereotypical a time it is to start anew, and look forward to a year of pursuing new writing, new relationships, new growth in myriad dimensions (I’m considering a move to an…
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Map for a Forgotten Valley
As promised in earlier posts, my series of lyrical essayistic vignettes, Map for a Forgotten Valley, are now available to be read online at The New Haven Review. I’m interested to see what readers might make of these dispatches on place, environment, history and local culture. It’s a very different type of writing I’ve done…
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Autumnal updates
Haven’t been able to write in here for a bit now. School’s back in session for fall, and I’ve been valiantly running to keep up with it, and, at times, ahead of the pack. It slows down my abilities to do a number of other things, for sure, so I have to make decisions. Shall…
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New Pics, New Blogging (maybe)
My adopted Japanese mother recently complained that I no longer take pictures of things and post them online. She questioned whether this was because I needed a new camera. Maybe my old one no longer worked? And so when my birthday came, a package from Japan arrived at my house. Inside the package was a…
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We ate our way through life
While I was standing across the street talking with my 84 year old neighbor lady today, she asked me what kind of foods I liked to eat. I told her everything, from anywhere, that I love food from anywhere. She grinned. She said her husband, who passed away twenty years ago, would have liked us…
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Older eyes
My last class for my MFA program at Chatham starts tomorrow. It’s a Multi-Genre Creative Writing Workshop, which means the participants can submit things from any genre, poetry, fiction, nonfiction, plays, etc, for the workshop to consider. There’s me and one other fiction writer in the class, one nonfiction writer, and three poets, I believe.…
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Walking on sunshine
School is out. I’m writing again. It’s Friday and this week, my first week of freedom of time, I’ve managed to write 3600 words. Have completed a chapter and started a new one. This is what I’m talking about. Oh, summer, how I have missed you. Hopefully by the end of August, I’ll have a…