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Stumbling Forward
When I end up in conversation with aspiring authors, an unspoken implication is often woven into the questions they ask. In essence: “You must have followed some kind of plan. How did you come up with your plan?” Time after time, the news I’m forced to report back from the frontier is that—for me, at least—there is no plan, and never has been. What there has been, is a series of instances of wanting to write something and share it with an audience, and then stumbling forward from there like a blind elephant with a trick knee. Sure, I’ve learned a few things along the way about self-publishing, knowledge that I’m glad to share. But I rarely have more than a vague notion of what I might write next, and even when I think I do, both the circumstances I find myself in and the work itself have a way...
Read MoreKismet
So: Mom wrote children’s books; grief paid a visit (several, actually); and I did what came naturally—I began to write. The next visitor to show up at my door was kismet. The story I began to write was in a genre I had always shied away from before: a children’s book. With two of our...
Read MoreWrestling With an Ocean
“You know what I’d really like to get good at? Writing obituaries,” said no one I have ever known. It isn’t even the gloom associated with the task, the necessity of dwelling on a sad reality for a sustained period of time. It’s the weight of it, the sense of responsibility for summing up, in...
Read MoreStory Time
Across a far-ranging career as a writer, Sandol Stoddard wrote fiction and non-fiction, for adults and children, producing 26 published books and countless essays, articles and poems. In our house, though, she was always simply “Mom”: a dynamic presence overflowing with ideas and opinions, reassuringly predictable in some respects and thoroughly unpredictable in others. And...
Read MoreEnd Matter Matters
“Liner notes junkie” is an appellation this writer wears like a badge of honor. I might not be able to tell you where I set my keys down last night, but I can definitely tell you who played bass on side two, track three of that ’70s progressive rock album. In the same vein, whether...
Read MoreABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jason Warburg
The son of a writer and an architect, Jason Warburg was building worlds in his imagination before he learned to ride a bike.
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