As humans we have to realize that some things we just have no power over. Like the weather. It’s been so rainy the last few months, I am really looking forward to being able to play outside again! It seems like the rain gods will send some sun shine this way soon. Can’t wait!
Steve’s Weekly Blog: Have a Blast!
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. – Ray Bradbury Both writers and non-writers are well aware that writing is excruciatingly difficult. As Red Smith (and maybe Hemingway) put it, writing is simple, you just sit down at your typewriter and bleed. But if you’re doing it right, creative writing should also be deliciously, deliriously fun. …
The WCR Interview #3 — Deborah Treisman — January 2016
We’ll be posting a new WCR Interview each month in 2016, starting with New Yorker fiction editor Deborah Treisman, who generously agreed to field a variety of questions from us. Treisman got our attention with the announcement late last year that the New Yorker would publish novellas online-only from time to time, which seemed an interesting step forward for a …
Steve’s Weekly Blog: Are Great Editors Going Extinct?
An editor is like a priest or a psychiatrist; if you get the wrong one then you are better off alone. – Toni Morrison My friend Ed Beitiks used to have great fun telling a joke about an editor walking off with a piece of writing, unzipping and taking a leak on it. “What are you doing?” the astonished …
Steve’s Weekly Blog: Grab Readers With a Great First Line
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. – Gabriel García Márquez It’s like that first blast of a party when the door opens and you make your way in: Does that first glimpse make you want to turn around and …
Steve’s Weekly Blog: A Book a Week in 2016?
Clearly one must read every good book at least once every ten years. C.S. Lewis There are book people for whom book reading is like breathing: They feel more at home lost between covers, tucked away with the world hidden and remote, forever keeping it at bay by turning the next page, cracking the next volume, than they ever do …