Readers may know Grant Faulkner for his work as director of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) — a nonprofit organization dedicated to encouraging aspiring writers to pen a whole novel in 30 days — but his newest book, The Art […]
“National Novel Writing Month is very open to zaniness and wild ideas and exploration. There’s not really a way to do it wrong, other than by not doing it.” […]
We only heard one side of the Dentist’s conversation but it was enough to discern where he and Rosso had planned to meet: some café on the pedestrian mall just adjacent to the same playground where Rosso and I had […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … I came to slowly, rocked in the passenger seat of a slow-moving car. Night had fallen; the windows were rolled up and the heat was on. It was cozy. I knew that I was in […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … I’d been crammed in this stuffy office for 20 minutes with no mention of a doctor when it occurred to me. “I really did have a heart attack, you know,” I said. “Heart attack?” the […]
Hello NaNoWriMo fans. You may not know who I am, given my horrible habit of not blogging about Little Village’s NaNoWriMo experience this month (this would be my first). Here’s a salute to our other authors who’ve been carrying my […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … “So this chick she walks into a bar and asks for a double entendre,” said Johnny, “and then, so the bartender, he gives it to her!” He leaned in with the punchline and Carl and […]
I don’t know what our fearless leader was talking about when he said we’d recovered from the depression he began, but, from a numbers standpoint, the day he stuck his head under the covers appears to have begun a domino-effect […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … Sitting on the floor after Rosso left I started thinking about my life. Around me the rug was melted and burned from the fiery expression of my anger. Now, the anger was gone, Johnny was […]
Sitting on the bench after Rosso left I started thinking about my life. Who was I, now, exactly? I truly didn’t know anymore.
I wasn’t one of the college boys ambling past me, unable or unwilling to lift their feet of the ground when the walked by – never had been. At that age I was already in my first year at the police academy back in Chicago, back when the minimum age to join was 19 and no college was required. […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … There was Stan’s gun, of course, but Rosso’s got a way of making you feel disarmed just to think of him. I reached under my seat and retrieved Stan’s piece, which suddenly felt flimsy, like […]
View all NaNoWriMo entries … One thing was for sure, then. Carol was in Iowa City, dining with the dentist. This is probably the point where Stan would lay down some hastily made plan, maybe make some sort of offbeat […]
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