It Stirs. Or At Least Rolls Over In Its Sleep

All posts free to everyone for the next few months

Had a couple queries, lately, out of nowhere. And these are dark days. And I keep thinking about this place, and what sort of outlet I want it to be, if any.

Which is just to say:

Hi.

Hope you’re finding some sweetness, and sanity, and methods of speaking up out there. Me, I’ve been contributing volunteer news reporting for my local community radio station.

And doubling the activity of my CREW project, through which I train teens to teach the basics of creative writing, then send them into schools without the resources to offer arts education to run weeks-long writing camps for elementary students.

And standing on street corners with signs.

And helping a few fabulously promising writers polish and finish their books.

And writing. Two different novel projects, a bunch of stories. I had a year of writing wildly. Most bonkers method I’ve ever employed. It kinda worked. Eventually. I’ve considered posting about that, here. Might, still.

Haven’t yet. Obviously.

There are some new audiobooks of mine that I should probably tell you about. And forthcoming paperback reissues of a lot of my back catalog. I guess I should post that info here as it comes in, huh?

Meanwhile, for now, I’ve decided to make everything on this site free to everyone for at least a few months, maybe permanently, for whatever comfort and joy that might provide. If it does. I’m not turning billing back on, and won’t unless and until I can promise regular and exclusive posts.

I’m going to dig up the Table of Contents post I started, to help newcomers navigate, and maybe pin that to the top. But there’s a lot here, if you’re interested. Some of the best fiction (according to me, not that you asked) that I’ve written, in any genre: the All Happy People quartet of novellas (the link is to the first); “Pretty Good Stick”; maybe start with those?

There’s a ghost story here from the next collection (whenever that happens) called “Ioway” that you won’t find anywhere else right now.

There’s a fair bit of writing about writing.

Most dearly, to me, there’s A Bittersweet, Keening Goneness, the book-length series of essays about my late, marvelous father, and his ways of loving. Sooner or later, those will be a physical book. But for now, they’re only here. The link is to the first, but there are nine.

Anyway. Enjoy. All I ask in return is that if you do enjoy…tell a friend. Say something somewhere. If you want to send me a contribution, I’d be honored. But I am neither demanding nor expecting that. We’ve all got more important things to tilt our money toward, when we have it.

Thanks for stopping by. Now go stand up for somebody. And treasure your days, and each other.