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Pre-Nutshell

Mathilda, the Algonquin's cat. She isn't FAT. She's just…PLUSH.

THIS WEEK I will nutshell a few of the THOUSAND things I wanted to tell you on the blog this week, but could not, because I was on retreat and the internet was spotty and my technology was obstreperous and recalcitrant and vexatious and […]

An Explanation

My best beloveds have essentially asked me, “Joss, why are you so bat-crap crazy, crapping crazy bats?”

In lieu of a straight answer, I give you a list of reasons why it is bad to schedule your life via a sacred paper calendar:

1) Rememer that superfun day when I lost the sacred Paper […]

Lusting in my Heart

This squirrel wants a coca-cola!

When I teach writing, I often talk about the eternal I WANT. Goal is the engine of fiction. Desire—-that’s the name of the country where narrative drive lives. It isn’t Desire that defines a lot of what it means to be human, though. Any paramecium can WANT things, in a […]

Inappropriate Googlage

This is not a real burning building.

One time, I needed to burn down a museum.

There was a fireman at our church named Russell, and one Sunday, I pulled Russell aside and asked for his help. “I am going to commit some arson, and I need a real conflagration for this museum,” […]

Do Not Actually Kill Anyone or Smoke Opium. (advice to writers)

Actual novelist, hard at work, pre-outline

We got mail! Say it like the AOL guy.

MAIL SAYS: A couple of months ago I finished a draft of my first novel. I printed it out and put it in a drawer. I even gave it an encouraging pat. I let it sit there for six […]

Sex in the Lion Mist and Who Missed the Ark

In SC with Therese Fowler and Hank Phillippi Ryan

I had a great time in Myrtle Beach at the S.C. Writer’s Conference. I rose early and worked on my novel while watching at dogs run on the beach, ran barefoot for a couple of miles along the shore myself and got crippling shin splints, […]