There are so many things to do other than write. All writers know that’s true. I’ve been on a Pelee Island writing retreat for nine days with no other task before me but to write. Divine, dedicated, and delicious, this time has been a big chunk of heaven. Here, I...
In 1982 or thereabouts, Cross-Canada Writers’ Quarterly accepted my short story, Oblique Angles for publication, with a note that went something like this: …although there are many better written stories, yours is au courant… In other words, your...
Maybe I’m intolerant. Maybe I’m a snob. Understand, I like a glass of wine or beer from time to time; occasionally, on particularly festive occasions, I like a Margarita. Two, even. And don’t get me wrong, I love a sensuous tumble perhaps more than the next guy....
I hazard to imagine (if one can hazard such a thing) that I am in the final sweep of editing my novel before submitting it to the kind editors and agents who requested it. One question that I have asked myself over the past years is, if I had known what it took to...
I have been writing my novel, The Cost of Weather, for four years, which is apparently not so stunning in the novel writing world. I’ve come to think of this work as my thesis. Writing the novel has taught me how to write a novel. I hope. Recently, at the CCWWP...
I’ve said before that Author Salon is not easy or particularly fun. It still isn’t. But I’m committed. The concept of this site is brilliant: authors work together to pull together the most enticing polished profiles and synopses of their novels, so that editors and...