More than once I have been asked this question: Who is your book's target audience? And so many times I have sat at the desk in the shed and bellowed out loud: I'm a writer not a marketer! Truth is, I'm both. In the modern literary world, and in fact in any era of literary … Continue reading Who Will Read My Book?
I am beginning a new venture, the seeds of which were sown inside the shed early one recent morning. It was raining and somehow rain, at least for me, breeds ideas. Not always good ones. Not always sound ones. But many times creative and exciting ones in their newness. Writer Shed Press is one of … Continue reading Writer Shed Press
Independent Bookstore Day is upon us, (April 27th) and as I sit in the shed among all the books I stack here, I must admit many of them were not purchased in a bookstore. That's kind of sad. But yet there they are. All those books. Each read at least once, some several times. Would … Continue reading Go Buy a Book, Anywhere
My time in the shed this morning, while the rain lightly taps on the roof, is being spent going on a journey, many journeys, to places, several places, I have never been. In a few weeks, my memoir The Consequence of Stars is officially released. I've been working on book launch details, making travel plans, … Continue reading “Tripping” in the Shed
The weather is improving this week, but the other morning the space heater inside the shed did not turn on as planned. The early hours were rather cold and so I activated the shed's heater through a smart plug before heading out to write. At 6 a.m. my phone showed all was on, but then … Continue reading Chilled: A Writer in the Cold
No other sport has lent itself to great language and memorable stories like America's pastime. No other game is as literary.. It is the game of poets. I am here in the shed on opening day of the 2019 baseball season and I am a young man again. Baseball is on the radio. The best … Continue reading Baseball: The Poet’s Game
I have been thinking a great deal about the sex writing pornographer Henry Miller. This is how he was unfairly categorized when Tropic of Cancer was published 85 year ago in Paris and banned in the U.S. until 1961. He was labeled a misogynist, a "woman hater," and a brute. But this is not the … Continue reading On Henry Miller