Margaret Atwood at AWP
Today’s political environment provides an interesting backdrop for Atwood’s appearance at the 2012 AWP conference as the keynote speaker
Continue reading →Cynthia Kraack
Cynthia Kraack is an author of fiction and nonfiction including The High Cost of Flowers, winner Midwest Book Award, and 40 Thieves on Saipan.
AWP Planning
In ten days over nine thousand writers, editors, writing teachers, publishers and related professionals will converge on Chicago for the 2012 AWP conference. If you’re sitting with your laptop, feeling very alone with your creativity, try getting your head around … Continue reading →
Lake Michigan Home
Filling my eyes with Lake Michigan, even in winter, reminds me that I grew up in climates dictated by her power and that her shores will always be my home.
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When the end comes unexpectedly there are often unfinished bits and pieces left behind.
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Paris, a disaster, an American couple trying to stay alive. So many pages, but no ending in sight.
Continue reading →Distance
Travel to faraway places. Even writers do it. Writing on an airplane, thoughts unplugged from earth, your laptop becomes an anchor to unclaimed time.
Continue reading →The Book Pile
What books fill a writer’s bookshelves in January 2012? Julian Barnes to Tea Obreht have top billing today along with space for technology books.
Continue reading →Galleys
One year to write a book. Six months to revise a book. One weekend to review galleys. Time funnels faster as a publication date approaches… The book is real. It has a title: Harvesting Ashwood: Minnesota 2037…
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Tuesday was a hectic mixture of personal obligations and working against the clock to complete research on a project before Wikipedia began its 24 hours of darkness to protest anti-piracy legislation. Feel confused by the issues and arguments of SOPA … Continue reading →
Traveling Home
In the Howth Yacht Club’s pub, we stood with arms crossed, holding hands, as an elderly man with a wonderful tenor sang a ballad…
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