When people ask about my “writing process,” I long to give them the kind of answers I've heard from other writers. Things like, “I rise before dawn, eat a slice of whole-wheat bread with organic fig jam, and write for two hours. Then I take up my duties as a state...
Okay, it’s not easy to imagine Lewis Carroll pitching the Alice books to literary agents, but let’s not let that stop us!
I’ve written about spam before, but the stuff continues to exert a strange fascination over me. My most recent crop – no, you wouldn’t have a crop of spam, would you – my most recent cans of spam contained items that seemed to be struggling to become a novel, taking...
That time of year thou may'st in me behold When handkerchiefs, and tissues too, do hang Upon this nose that drools, producing coughs, Harsh hacking coughs, where late my sweet voice sang. Okay, “sweet voice” is a lie. When I sing, I sound like a cross between Bob...
Hello! I’m the Ring from Wagner’s The Ring of the Nibelung. Four operas named after me and I still haven’t got my own Facebook page! But that will change with this blog post: the story of my life. Trouble in River City Picture an innocent young nugget of gold,...
Reality TV shows: some people love to watch them; others would rather have their eyes poked out with chopsticks and served on rice to Rupert Murdoch. Do I fall into the second category? No, I leap into it and pull it around me, looking out for impending chopsticks....