I've thought about this Twitter thread. Especially this one:
I have a complicated relationship with Lovecraft. Today it got even more complicated. I'm not conflicted: I hate him and his vile race theories, which blinded him to the magical beauty he constantly sought in the world. He was a pathetic, lonely man who opened doors for others.
— Marc Laidlaw, (@marc_laidlaw) November 5, 2020
We all need to reckon with our writers from the past.
This past week, my writing partner and I were at the Cathedral Arts Festival, a week-long event in our city. Every year, at the end of the celebration, several blocks of a street are closed for a fair filled with music, food, arts, and crafts. It's a fun
Yesterday's newsletter didn't go to the right group, so I had to resend it tonight. It may even come out after I'm finished with this blog post. I finished it early yesterday, did several edits, then had my wife read it before I sent
Write a blog post every day. Write your book every day. Show love to those close to you. Take walks. Exercise. Read. Each of these is a small pebble in the pond that ripples forward and backward through your life. Throw enough, and eventually, they'll ripple back. (h/
I first started posting on Tumblr in May 2007. I shared family stuff and links until I eventually started writing about writing. Usually, it was about trying to convince people to write. A lot of it is uncomfortable to read now—a little too cocky and unsympathetic to people'