Don’t worry. I won’t forget about the snow. Every night before one of these comes out, though, I toss and turn, trying to think of the next one to write, and if I don’t agree to write the one that needs to get written next (according to my subconscious), I don’t get to sleep.
I have lost my ability to shrug off the cold. As a kid, the cold wasn’t just cold, it was part of my identity: I am better than you because I can endure the cold. South Dakota has a lot of sour-grapes values: I can’t have nice things, so I’m better than people who can.
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The early cats in my life are going to be really hard to write about, so I’m going to skip it for now: right now you just get the dogs. Vague Red Dog Sorry, vague red dog. I only vaguely remember you: you must have been an Irish setter. You belonged to Chris, maybe. I
I’m tempted to write this one like a horror story, but that would miss the point. The boogeyman lived inside an old, disconnected furnace inside my great-grandmother’s house, just across the gravel road from my grandparents’ house. It wasn’t until just this morning that I realized her house was a mother-in-law house: probably because
My collection of kids’ short stories (under the pseudonym De Kenyon) is on sale at Kobo: get 30% off by using code: NEWYEAR30 at this link. You can also use the same code on a bajillion other Kobo books here. Quote from Richard Ayoade: “It feels completely inappropriate to try to persuade people to see [my
Lee’s Corner, population 3, marked on all car-trip-sized South Dakota maps at the corner of Highways 34 and 50. The farm lies a few miles straight north along the old Star Route road. In rural areas, a lot of the time the post office used to be a farmer’s wife in a station wagon driving from farm to
I wanted to write about my step-grandmother Chris, but I can’t, not as such — I’ve written about her twice now and have come up with little more than a physical description and a big mess. So instead let me tell you about the table at Grandpa’s house, which I hope will cover what I
Sometimes places strike me and they end up getting a kind of fantastic layer painted over them, although it feels more like I’m carving and discovering the true shapes underneath than adding something. Minneapolis, for example, is a noir fairyland constantly hovering on the edge of freezing. Fat flakes descend through the orange-and-green haze of
Submissions: 186. Acceptances: 7 (pro sales: 2). Fewer subs, fewer acceptances – but double the pro sales 🙂 Words written fiction: 552,436. Indie books/stories published: 5. Most of that fiction wordcount is ghostwriting; I finished five novels last year and started a sixth. Three of them were kids’ novels, and between 30-40K; the other
