Flash Fiction Challenge: Fuck You, That’s What

For this week’s challenge, an odd sort. I want you to write a story of going against authority. That can mean whatever it means — but I want it to be a story with attitude, with a take-no-shit, have-no-fucks style. Whatever genre, whatever theme you want. Get rude. Be profane. Middle fingers up. Chaos and rebellion and whatever else you care to muster. Due by: noon on Friday, 3/31. Length: 1000 words Post at your online space. Give us a link below. Fuck yeah.

On Work-for-Hire As A Humble Novelist

On the subject of WRITIN’ NOVELS, I have thoughts, and my thoughts on that grow more complicated when you add in WORK-FOR-HIRE to that whole gig. I spoke about it on The Twitters today, and figured it was worth Storifying for your enjoyment, edification, or irritation. Here be that Storify, yarrrr. [View the story “Caveats Around Work-For-Hire Book Publishing” on Storify]

So, You Wanna Be A Professional Writer? Some Considerations!

What you write, how you write, what prose comes oozing out of your finger pores — I can offer suggestions there, sure, but craft and art are fiddly, subjective things. Less subjective, though, is what you do with them, and how you make money from them. (Though even there: still football fields of wiggle room.) Just the same, it feels like a good time to talk a bit more about what it means to be a writer who earns money. THAT’S RIGHT. IT’S TIME TO TALK ABOUT YOUR WRITING CAREER. I... Read The Rest →

Awooga, Awooga: Reddit AMA Is Live, Live, Live

Why yes, I am doing a Reddit AMA today. And why yes, you can go over there and ask me whatever your surly little heart desires. Or not. You can also just go and gawk and gape. Or you can not click the link and fail to behold whatever WISDOM* and GENIUS** I impart. * not very wise ** definitely not a genius among humans, maybe among dogs

Macro Monday Brings Fox Floof, Schedule Updates, And Vet Bills

No, that’s not a macro photo. But it’s a fox, and to hell with you if you cannot appreciate a fox. I have a fox that lives behind my writerly BattleShed, and the fox comes out almost daily, now. She (?) crosses the lawn, goes up the driveway, and disappears into the woods for anywhere from ten minutes to an hour or more. Then she trots back, and returns to the den. One suspects there might be kits now or soon? I hope so, because I kinda relish the idea... Read The Rest →

A Reminder Of What Makes A Real Writer

If you want to be a real writer, like, a really real writer, a writer who does it right, a writer who is officially official and who will earn the respect of the rest of the tribe – You have to write longhand. Forget your phone. Put your phone away. Your phone is just beaming nonsense into your head — telecommunications chemtrails. Real writers write longhand, on notes stuffed into secret underwear pockets. If you don’t have secret underwear pockets, then you are not a Real Writer. That’s just fact. That’s... Read The Rest →

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