Now that I'm coming to the end of my fiction MFA, I thought I'd try to record the most essential lessons I learned.
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Monday, September 16, 2013
The Next Village
The Next Village
Franz Kafka
My grandfather used to say: "Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that--not to mention accidents--even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey."
Franz Kafka
My grandfather used to say: "Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that--not to mention accidents--even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey."
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013
A new story online
It's called "Creep" and it's at Literary Orphans.
This one is at least 40% true. I will tell you which 40% if you want to know.
It's nice that Literary Orphans pairs photos with the stories. This is the first time a story of mine has been illustrated since the Stone Soup story which I illustrated myself at age 13.
This one is at least 40% true. I will tell you which 40% if you want to know.
It's nice that Literary Orphans pairs photos with the stories. This is the first time a story of mine has been illustrated since the Stone Soup story which I illustrated myself at age 13.
Italy, 2012
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