If you’ve ever been pick-pocketed by a junkie, or roomed with an artist who painted with his own blood and semen, or watched two rats fight over human feces, then I have a must-read for you.
I’d been a Twitter-hater up until then. I was all over Facebook, but I didn’t get … how anyone would find wisdom in a 140-character distillation of Justin Bieber’s deepest thoughts.
…45 percent of writers said they watched a funny animal video to help get them through a creative block. Four percent said they stopped writing to have sex…
“Creative nonfiction is tremendously flexible…. There aren’t many rules around here.” The collection that followed held true to those words…
The story begins harmlessly enough; Ortiz is a detached teenager from a dysfunctional home whose new English teacher, Mr. Ivers, sees her passion for writing…
The anthology, born from a themed issue of Creative Nonfiction magazine, contains 23 pieces, mostly essays, mostly smart and relatable, mostly written by bold and brave women.
The almost irresistible temptation for a writer is to rush to get it all down while the story is fresh. But there is a danger in that sense of urgency.
I realized calling myself a professional writer didn’t matter as much as I had thought, and that was actually a good thing. It knocked the pedestal out from under this career choice.
I met April Eberhardt this past June while I was at Chautauqua Institution in New York teaching a memoir writing workshop.
… you’ve likely heard the phrase “literary citizenship.” It’s been around for a while, but over the past couple of years has become part of the lexicon.
