Herein shalt thou find my grand old ruminations upon writing. Plain writing that is plain and not flashy, language that is functional and beige. Writing that bursts forth like a succulent blossom, scenting the very air with the honey of expression and, occasionally, linguistics that don’t even suck very much. Nothing but the art of communication in this drop down menu.
The Blackguard, My Novel in Ten Sentences
Exuberance Over Pretense, An Examination of 1Q84
Writers’ Groups and Wimpiness, Part 1
Writers’ Groups and Wimpiness, Part 2
Something Rotten in the Publishing Industry
The Completely Practical Value of Imagination