In April I blogged about going with the flow of some time-worn astrological advice to revise some fiction that had been rejected. With Mercury again in retrograde this month, while I got back to work on another dystopia that I’d started but never finished, I found myself thinking about an […]
I first came across those terms in 2016, when I got involved in my first (and, it turned out, last) NaNoWriMo. “Planners”: self-explanatory. They outline their plots, they work out detailed character descriptions, they worldbuild intricate settings. The idea is that, when they’re taking 30 days to write a 50,000 […]
When I first started to write Possum Kingdom, I admit that racial issues were not a big part of the story that was forming. My focus was on economic and class issues, and the allegories I was constructing, as well as honoring the different cultural and historical influences on Boston […]
In the time of chimpanzees I was a… okay, never mind. Although, 1993, the year Beck’s “Loser” came out, may as well feel like prehistory. That year, I was graduating from high school with a raft of scholarships, including a three-year Air Force ROTC ride. My future looked bright. Needless […]
It’s been an interesting week, to say the least. I found I struggled to write, in part because I’ve been tracking reactions to the US election and in part because heading towards the end of Streets of Abaddon, I’ve struggled with tying all the different ends together. I’m not really […]
One of the great joys of writing Possum Kingdom was the process of discovery it took me on between August and November of last year. It quickly grew into one of the longest works I’ve ever undertaken without a plan. I knew nothing about the characters or the journey they […]
Props to those who got the reference in the title! I’ve never participated in a NaNoWriMo. I’ve attempted it, but until now lacked the fortitude or knowledge to make it work. Things always got in the way: day jobs, small children, my own self-doubt. It’s arguable that I still don’t have […]
As a child I’d been fascinated by the punk-rock “Pit Rats” I saw loitering around the concrete rings that rimmed the Harvard T station; as a young adult, I was even more fascinated to find them still there. What if, I thought, they were the same punks? What if they were vampires, never aging?