Have you ever wanted to write creatively? Begin or finish a short story or personal essay. Get started on a novel or memoir. And do it in one of the most stunning places in America. Where you can seek inspiration in the majestic countryside surrounding Ring Lake Ranch, Wyoming.
A few weeks ago I had the great good fortune to be out in the Colorado mountains hiking with my wife and labs. We love hiking, especially with the dogs and they love it as well, even our gray-muzzled, eleven year old who turns puppy again when he hits the trails. ...
In rereading Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, I was struck by how prescient he was regarding Silicon Valley’s development of an unrestrained force that may very well take away our jobs and our future, and leave us with a dust bowl of nothing.
I have a confession: I used to love William Faulkner.
Wesley Alexander White My father often said, almost proudly, that he was descended from a long line of “drunkards and horse-thieves.” Like most New England farmers, in his case dating back to the 18th century, my father cobbled together a living, doing a little of...
So what makes a writer decide to write in one genre or another, or in both? Is it a cultural trend or a market-driven response? Is it something fundamental within a writer? Or do different life experiences make the writer lean toward one form or another?
Your words of honest praise for my novel Beautiful Assassin https://michaelcwhite.com/project/beautiful-assassin/ and your very kind offer to help me get the book into the hands of eager readers were deeply gratifying.
Today I received my 204th spam email, praising my work to high heaven and offering, for a small fee in an email that comes only later, to be part of a new book group, a new podcast, a new review that will bring my brilliant work to tens of thousands of new readers.
After reading my short story, my agent said he really liked the narrator’s voice. He also surprised me by responding, “Is there a novel here?”
On Friday nights, my father’s payday—that is, if he worked that week–my mother and I played this game called “Catch the Bum.”