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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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,” [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]