Monthly Archives: November 2012

Her first time in Los Angeles was as a child, nine, maybe ten years old, a family vacation, Disneyland and Hollywood Boulevard and the endless narcotic blue of the Pacific Ocean, only it was just her and her mother because … Continue reading →

“Writing is frustration — it’s daily frustration, not to mention humiliation. It’s just like baseball: you fail two-thirds of the time.” — Philip Roth

So. The latest draft/version/whatever of my novel Believers is done. Now it’s wait-and-see mode again. So we’ll wait and see… There is some good news to report: another excerpt from Believers will appear in the anthology 24 Bar Blues, coming … Continue reading →

Since I suck at blogging, and since I suck at Facebook, I might as well suck at Twitter, right? You can find me here.

“One thing I always feel in the midst of trying to talk coherently about a story I’ve finished is that, you know, ninety per cent of it was intuitive, done at-speed, for reasons I can’t quite articulate, except in the … Continue reading →