The Quivering Pen

Ten years ago this month, I found myself closing in on the end of the first draft of my first published novel. [cue montage of furrowed ...

Congratulations to Phil Milio , winner of last week’s Friday Freebie contest: Prairie Fever by Michael Parker. This week’s contest is fo...

“Oh, wow,” I said as we took our seats at the large table in the back room of the title company. “What?” Jean said. “This is the sam...

Of all the books I read in 2019 (105 and counting, as of this writing), perhaps the one that surprised me the most was Dad’s Maybe Book ...

I have a new essay in an anthology, Why We Write: Craft Essays on Writing War , out today from the good folks at the Military Writers Gu...

What you’re seeing here is the very first photo of Fobbit when it lived on a thumb drive and was called Fobber . I recently stumbled ...

There is the art of writing, and then there is the act of writing. From one springs the other....though not always (ask any writer how many...

For nearly all my working life, I’ve held jobs that were not, shall we say, dedicated to the study or creation of art. And so, I constan...

I. In the past three weeks, I have written one book, begun work on another, and cranked out three short stories, not to mention all t...

This is National Poetry Month and I’m keeping up with my daily habit of reading a poem (or two or three) a day, as I wrote about earlier...

Overnight Success and Other Fables of the Writing Life by Caroline Leavitt Way back when I was 28, I first got serious about writ...