Bobby the Big Blue Bunny wasn’t always big, and he wasn’t always blue. However, he had always been Bobby, at least for as long as he could remember. When he was only a white bunny, Bobby used to live in the woods with his other bunny friends. His closest friends were Homer, Janice, and Tommy. […]
Eleven-year-old Aoibha Walsh with her first book. She is one hell of a writer and will only get better with age—like a fine wine. We are all very proud of her
“Sitting in my basement room with my needle and a spoon.” — Mick Jagger, 1971 “But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement With that jaded, faded, junky nurse. Oh what pleasant company.” — Mick Jagger, 1969
You guys are sensational. You looked over my first chapter and made astute observations and suggestions. Some, I have already incorporated into the manuscript—others, I’m giving serious consideration to. I had not intended to post any more of the novel, but then I woke up this morning, I thought, Why the hell not? Getting input […]
You can read the original letter here. I forgot to mention that publishers, for the most part, do not take on books that have already been published. And agents think the same way. If your book is selling maybe 1,000 copies a day (or even 500), and all by word of mouth, then they’ll knock […]
This is the first chapter of my latest novel that I’ve been avoiding working on like I would avoid the plague. I’ve got five chapters in the bag and I figure I might as well get back to work after a month of getting drunk, passing out, and walking my dog. Anyway, it still needs […]
They are always with me. At times they appear out of the ethereal mist, and other times they speak directly to my mind. I wish they would leave me to myself, but that they will not do. No, first I must do their bidding. They come in the night and stay until the black sky […]
Just in case anyone’s interested in what I think. I know that is a minority, but here it is anyway.