Fiction, art, music, and writing about writing.
Notes on "A Pamphlet for This"
“A Pamphlet for This” was originally set in 2037. That’s because the spark for the story came from the idea that electric cars will someday render obsolete the practice of suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning from sitting in an idling car in a closed garage.
Algren 2019 Finalist
I’ve been submitting stories to The Tribune’s annual Algren Awards for about as long as I’ve been writing them, so I’m beyond excited to share that my story, “A Pamphlet for This” was a finalist in this year’s contest.
Bob Ross Took Over My Life
I’m a passable musician. I like to think I’m a pretty good writer. But before February, I wouldn’t have imagined I could paint a wall in my condo, much less a canvas. I never took an art class, never drew much more than doodles.
Notes on "The Vagabond"
When I tell people I’m a writer, after all the caveats and disclaimers that go along with such a statement, I often get the question, “What kind of stuff do you write?” I’ve never been able to come up with a better response than “literary fiction,” despite that being a dissatisfying answer to anyone who doesn’t have an English degree.