my coyote, my canyon
approaching the final curve before the hill’s crest, the sun is moments from advancing the sky from dawn to day. particles of the night’s darkness hang in the air and everything—rocky hillsides, trees, the road itself—blurs gently around surfaces and edges and my...
the mirror
earlier I wrote about reviewing others' works, and how difficult I find it. I wrote about losing myself in books, finding myself in books, falling in love with what I read, becoming spellbound. and the other day, while reading a book, I discovered the reason I'm not...
the book critic I am not
if there is an art of critiquing the writing of others, it is a talent/skill/ability I fear I do not possess. I am a terrible critic. I like what I like, obscure and sometimes irrelevant segments of a work often make me deliriously happy, I react subjectively to the...
hibernation
last may I began a project, a book about wolves. since that time I've traveled to montana, yellowstone, wyoming, idaho, montana again, yellowstone again. I've read a towering stack of books, and perused articles and op eds galore. I've interviewed dozens of people,...
taking it to the woods
I am writing a book about wolves. about people and wolves. about what people think, feel, and believe about wolves. about what it's like to be a human in a world where there are wolves. it is an awesome book, one I'm extremely grateful to be writing. currently I...
simon & schuster, et al
I've just returned from three days in new york, publishing nexus and writers' nirvana. on sunday evening, I walked past the simon & schuster building, noting all the lighted windows and cluttered desks, walls, and shelves I could see from my position far below on...
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