I’ve often compared the writing process to that of the visual artist, who, with brush and pallet knife changes the brightness of shimmering water or adds lines of worry to a face. Expanding the size of a barn or removing…
All of us at the Algonkian Pitch Conference in New York last month focused on how to craft the perfect elevator speech about our books. For homework we had to prepare a pitch that could be delivered in one minute…
About six weeks ago I received word that I had been accepted in the September 20 – 23rd Algonkian Pitch Conference in NYC. I say accepted because the conference is limited to sixty writers. So, there I’ll be, with sixty…
When the team shows up for its first practice, bleary-eyed, a little flabby, and the look of I’d rather be someplace else on every face, the coach blows the whistle and sends everyone out to run a few laps. Out…
A guy walks into a bar —This set-up is about as lame an opening as It was a dark and stormy night, yet all of us are willing to swallow the opener and go with it until we get the…
Years before it became politically incorrect to read Joel Chandler Harris’s Uncle Remus, my mother would gather the three of us kids together and regale us with the timeless misadventures of Brer Rabbit, and all of his friends and enemies.…