America’s lived-experience crisis

America’s lived-experience crisis

A friend of mine posted a spectacular quote from Edward Abbey yesterday, and it reminded me of a peculiarly American problem: How do we distinguish between our individual selves and ourselves as participants in society? For those of you who’ve never read him,...
Another first draft, plus yada yada

Another first draft, plus yada yada

It’s the Tuesday after the Sunday when I typed “THE END” at the bottom of about 105,000 words of prose. This rough first-draft manuscript for Rhyfen advances the final installment in the series’ second trilogy from what I now think of as...
We’re starting something new

We’re starting something new

It’s been a jitterbug summer/early fall production-wise here at The Manor. Janet’s completed not just one, but a series of Moon Calendars for 2024, and we proofed the latest versions last week (there will be news on that coming from her soon, and...
Dysfunction, and other comfort foods

Dysfunction, and other comfort foods

Yesterday’s Washington Post offered a column headlined “Why I fired my therapists,” with this payoff: Over the course of the past 14 years, I’ve left two therapists after they veered into latent, head-nodding advocacy — cheering me on, validating my...

Function over frills

When I started publishing the Darbas Cycle in 2021, I was the product of well-meaning advice and acknowledged ignorance. Advice like: “Offer your readers a prize for writing reviews!” Ignorance like: “Since I don’t really know what I’m...