Hurry Please I Want To Know, The Snow Child, and In Our Time

I’ve been told to write everyday over the summer. Okay, challenge accepted. Classes have been over for about a week and I’ve already written thirty pages of crap. Not bad crap; I’ve gotten pretty good at polishing turds if I do say so myself, but it’s not as hard as marble or even as hard as… Continue reading Hurry Please I Want To Know, The Snow Child, and In Our Time

The Goldfinch, Daredevil, and As I Lay Dying

I’m probably one of about twenty people who hasn’t already read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt yet. I’ve managed to avoid all the discussions and articles about the book for the better part of two semesters. I’m kind of proud of that. With the semester winding down, I suppose it’s probably time to think about… Continue reading The Goldfinch, Daredevil, and As I Lay Dying

Ron Carlson Writes A Story and The Governor’s Ball

My second semester at the University of Louisville is coming to end. In some ways, it was a better semester than my last. I got to write some more, and I actually got to participate in my first master class. Thank you, Michelle Latiolais! I also learned a lot about myself as a writer this… Continue reading Ron Carlson Writes A Story and The Governor’s Ball

Boys, Widow, and The Zen Thing

The past month has been a season of workshops and rewrites. I’m close to completing another version of one of my short stories for my creative-writing class; it’s a piece that I’ve been working on for pretty much most of the semester. I’m also planning my summer living arrangements, (hoping, praying, begging the universe that things just… Continue reading Boys, Widow, and The Zen Thing

Emergency, Moonwalk, and Testimony of A Pilot

I’ve written three short stories this semester. And when I say written, I don’t mean finished. I’ve also started submitting a pretty good story from last semester that I’m pretty proud of to over twenty literary journals. No bites yet, but I think I managed to somehow get a higher tier rejection from Granta Magazine… Continue reading Emergency, Moonwalk, and Testimony of A Pilot

The Birth-Mark, The Thing In The Forrest, and A Wall of Fire Rising

This is the first weekend that I don’t have a crap ton of papers due, or any major assignments other than reading The Savage Detectives, a novel by Roberto Belaño. I should be done with it by now, but I’m still kind of recovering from not-Ebola. I read “A Wall of Fire Rising”, by Edwidge Danticat in The… Continue reading The Birth-Mark, The Thing In The Forrest, and A Wall of Fire Rising

Gorilla My Love, The Indian Uprising, and Charity

I’m failing a class about sex and I’m sick and Ebola. Okay, I’ve just returned from Googling the symptoms of Ebola, and I’ve determined that I don’t have Ebola. I just feel like I’m dying for some other reason. … This semester is about half over. Between my writing, my classes at UofL, and my attempts… Continue reading Gorilla My Love, The Indian Uprising, and Charity