So, as I mentioned in the last Writer’s Notebook, for the next month I’m sitting in at Ryan Werner’s music-to-fiction blog project, Our Band Could Be Your Lit. Today, the first of the new stories posted. Check it out. Related articles A Writer’s Notebook: Sittin’ In at OBCBYL (snoekbrown.wordpress.com)
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Small stone, Vol 2, #14
The aroma of a good, full-bodied dark-roast coffee is, itself, enough to wake the mind.
A Writer’s Notebook: Sittin’ In at OBCBYL
As I did last October, I’m writing a story for Ryan Werner’s Our Band Could Be Your Lit project. This won’t be just this week, though. Ryan is busy compiling a story-collection manuscript (which I fully expect he’ll get published, though if his book appears in print before any of mine do, I might haveContinue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: Sittin’ In at OBCBYL”
A word about the delays in posts lately
Hello, gang. Chances are, if you’re one of the dozen people who subscribe to this blog, you might have noticed that some of the posts these past few weeks have been pretty long delayed in turning up online or in your RSS reader. That’s not WordPress’s fault. See, I’ve been on the road, driving fromContinue reading “A word about the delays in posts lately”
Small stone, Vol. 2, #13
Driving cross-country, state after state rolling away under the tires, the Rocky Mountains my constant companion out my driver-side window, I find in the dusk hours, with the sun away behind everything and throwing the world into silver silhouette, the moisture in the sky condensing directly on the peaks, I am no longer able toContinue reading “Small stone, Vol. 2, #13”
A Writer’s Notebook: an essay about Mom
My mother is retiring from 36 years of teaching, and to honor her, my sister, my brother, and I threw her a surprise party while I was down visiting during my PCA/ACA conference. My sister and my mom’s good friend Debbie, also a teacher, also organized a scrapbook for people to leave memories of myContinue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: an essay about Mom”
Small stone, Vol. 2, #12
The sky is a soft gray ceiling, the air damp and cold, my skin dimpled like a basketball. When I lived in the desert, I yearned for such a day.
A Writer’s Notebook: News stories
Believe it or not, this is a true story. Sort of. I remember studying H. P. Lovecraft in college, though at the time we studied him as literature, not gospel. I was enchanted by his name, Lovecraft, as though it was a commandment: here is the craft of writing fiction, and you shall adore it.Continue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: News stories”
Small stone, Vol. 2, #11
I used to climb up on my parents’ roof to watch the sun melt like butter over the rose-and-cerulean horizon. Twenty years later, the evening sky from my parents’ place is still that beautiful.
A Writer’s Notebook: a reading
I had thought to sneak in a little writing this week during the PCA/ACA conference I’m attending, and believe me, I’ve written PLENTY, but very, very little of it has been creative in the strictest sense. It’s mostly conference notes. So I don’t have a Writer’s Notebook today. I did, however, read a piece ofContinue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: a reading”
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