An intrepid plush rabbit in search of illicit thrills finds their entire world turned upside down and sideways. A story in 23 photographs.
If you’re in or near Brooklyn tonight, I hope you’ll drop by Branded Saloon to hear personal essays by me and some other excellent writers and storytellers . . . Monday, September 30: 7:30-10:30 pm Write This Down: A Creative Nonfiction Reading Series Branded Saloon, 603 Vanderbilt Ave., Brooklyn
New Yorkers! I’m participating in two events next week that I hope you’ll be able to come out and see: Monday, September 30: 7:30-10:30 pm Write This Down: A Creative Nonfiction Reading Series Branded Saloon, 603 Vanderbilt Ave., Brooklyn At the “Back to School” edition of
Help support one of the very best writing programs in the speculative fiction field! The Clarion West Writers Workshop kicks off its summer session for 2016 in Seattle this week, bringing students from around the world together with accomplished professionals in the field for an intensive six-week workshop in science
❦albionidaho reports laptops and other items stolen yesterday from students in one of the Clarion West houses. Not a happy Fourth for them. I can only imagine how that would affect the Clarion experience for the theft victims, especially if there was work-in-progress on the machines. What can you do
It was a simple drive twelve miles north this morning to get to Skokie for Algis Budrys's memorial service. █████ was unable to join me so I went alone, and I found when I arrived at the funeral home that there was no one there I knew. Actually, I
I just heard from Geoff Landis that Algis Budrys passed away this morning. He was one of the great writers, editors, critics, and teachers of science fiction, and as the first week's instructor for my Clarion class in 1985, he certainly had a profound influence on my early
Over in her journal, Sarah Prineas posed this question: I'd like to hear, either in comments or linked to an entry in your blog, about how you started writing. I don't want to hear that you were a writer ever since you could hold a crayon
By the way, in the process of editing down my memoir for my agent to send it out again in May, I compressed four chapters dealing with my stint at the Clarion workshop down to one. The original four chapters are now posted on my site at: https://www.shunn.
previous: Chapter 3: The Rocky Mormon Picture Show During the third and fourth weeks, things at the workshop started to get out of hand. People grew less cautious in the wording of their critiques. Feelings were hurt. Tempers flared. Cliques began to form. Cruel graffiti appeared on the walls. Pranks,
previous: Chapter 2: Gentiles on My Mind This was East Lansing, early on a summer Sunday morning: brown, brown, everywhere grainy brown, like the dust from an old sepia photograph risen into the air, floating like sandpapery motes in the smoky brown sunlight. Houses and trees all around, viewed through
previous: Chapter 1: Clarion Call This is Michigan State University in the summer: green, green, everywhere riotous green. No place in Utah was so green as this--vast swards of grassy green, mounded citadels of rolling green, crumpled hectares of leafy green packed around the branches of monstrous, bursting trees. Stolid
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