Well, folks, I’ve arrived in Portland, Oregon, and now call it home. It’s great to be in a new place and I’m excited to get plugged into the writing scene here. Seriously:

 Beyond my excitement for future plugging-in, I’m also rearing to get back to work. After a couple leisurely weeks discovering huge vistas in Big Sky country and another exhausting furniture move, it’s time to tap the keys and make the words into things and all that. 

Lastly, as though to welcome me to Stumptown, the proofs for ‘Stewardship’ arrived in my email inbox. This story’ll be appearing in Issue 8 of The Common this fall! 


Well, it’s time to be moving from the Midwest. I’ll be checking into the hotel Pacific Northwest in less than two week’s time. Should be a hoot. A good hoot. See you out there.


good words

“But I guess what I’m saying, mostly to myself, but also to you and to anyone else who might be struggling with this, is that you don’t need a book deal for your commitment to your writing to be valid, you do not need a grant or a residency or an MFA. All of those things are nice, and by all means you should go after them, but I guess what I’m saying is that you do not need permission. You give yourself permission, one day at a time, you find the hours and protect them, you treat them as important and they become important, you treat your work as valid and it becomes valid. The kind of resilience this requires is probably not natural, it certainly wasn’t to me. But I’ve found it can be learned, through repetition and routine, through the quiet power of habit and consistency.” – Ted Thompson

working lately

Well, seems as though we are in the dry time of no stories coming out. That is okay. It was a productive winter and spring for stories. Now it is time to write new stories. And a new essay. And to wait for new stories to come out later on this year. And to feel pretty darned good, listen to some tunes, read a bit, and watch some ancient Law and Order episodes. Zip it up and zip it out!


That’s me in Southern IL.