Last week, an essay of mine that focused on the plight of adjunct life in higher education was published in the Chronicle Review. It was received, for the most part, very well. There were a couple of ass-hats who took me the wrong way, but where there’s an opportunity… Read More +
From Memories to Memoir
As an editor of Creative Nonfiction for Spilt Infinitive, I often get asked what we’re looking for, and that’s a valid question. Creative nonfiction encompasses a wide array of writings, so if you’re a writer looking to submit to us, it might be difficult at first to know what it is… Read More +
When Spilt Infinitive was starting up last year, I was in a Season of No. You’ve been there (and if you haven’t, keep your good fortune to yourself). It’s that stretch of a week, maybe even a month if you’ve been ambitiously submitting, when you can’t pick up your phone without… Read More +
Three years. Four drafts. Enough revision that I could feasibly switch the suffix of the word from re- to de-. I’ve lived and breathed the same story before and after work, during the course of an MFA program, and through the tumult and pleasure of getting married. Yet, I still can’t… Read More +
Scars are the result of the body’s natural healing process. The body mends the damaged skin by forming collagen fibers and, once healed, the skin becomes tougher, thicker, with a different color and texture than the surrounding skin. While trying to protect us the process leaves a physical memory, a record rarely forgotten. Sometimes these memories aren’t bad. The first… Read More +
Birthright: When your story belongs to someone else, do you have the right to tell it?
When your writing is young, you keep it safe from the outside world. You gaze at it lovingly. You stay home and baby it. Then the day comes when your writing grows up, and you have to let it out into the world.
On a cold, drizzly night in early March, I came home from dinner to discover my 10-week-old puppy dead in my back yard. I had left Hemingway in the yard with our two other dogs, something we’d been doing regularly. At some point in my short absence, I’m sure… Read More +
The Magic Fish
When I was a kid, one of the children’s books in our home library was The Magic Fish. It was one of those generous, wide children’s volumes with illustrations by a true artist. When I opened it up above my head in bed, the world… Read More +
Shiny Treasures Plundered from Better Writers
I’ve been busy lately. My book The Wax Bullet War is through the developmental edits, the line edit is starting, the marketing plan is coming together, and the cover is being designed. I am currently reading submissions for Spilt Infinitive, our amazing new literary magazine. I’m also going through a series… Read More +
“Life moves pretty fast,” said Ferris Bueller. “If you don’t stop to take a look around every once in awhile, you could miss it.” I took note when I heard these words back in 1986, when I was fifteen years old and my life consisted of little more than school and soccer practice and clanging out power chords… Read More +