My Name is Red, by Orhan Pamuk

I love reading about artists. I can usually identify with those kinds of characters pretty well. This story was an interesting look at the 'miniaturists' of 16th century Istanbul. And what held my attention most, was the way they looked at art. In that time, 'style' was seen as a flaw. If anyone could tell …

What is the point of creating?

I've spent a bit of time the past few days wondering if anyone will ever want to read my stories, or enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them. Am I the only one who enjoys the sort of thing I want to write? Surely I can't be... I'm not that special or …

Grab your inspiration by the throat and CHOKE IT

Writing is hard. I keep waiting to feel that thrill of a new idea, but while I'm waiting for that elusive, magical power... I'm not writing. Not writing is bad. So, I got to stop waiting and start typing, even if it's uninspired crap. It's better than laying around waiting to be moved by a …

Increasing excitement… oops, I jinxed it

I have three stories out at various magazines waiting for a response, and two of them are past the time I normally should have been rejected by. It's getting me very excited and I keep checking my email, it's been years since I sold a short story... Of course, now that I've blogged about it …