Imagine my delight then to learn that Netflix is adapting Redwall and then later Martin the Warrior into animated films
I've also taken the time today to set up a Gumroad page as a landing spot of sorts for independently publishing and selling some of the stories I'm working on. The first piece is a just-a-hair-past-nano piece of short fiction, "Rests Like a Bastard Sword," from my Short as Fictober 2019 endeavor.
As much as I've read and watched on the game's conceit and design, I've tried to avoid narrative spoiler as much as possible. I know that you play a detective who can't remember who he is, but is tasked with solving a murder. You traverse a fictional world (with over 6,000 years of history), interviewing all sorts of folks, and the choices for both words and deeds are vast, and determine the type of person you are/become.
Good morning, all. Hope this missive finds you and yours doing well. Just finished making a bowl of savory oatmeal (I’ve been on a kick lately, taking inspiration from Kevin Hearne’s breakfast endeavors). While cooking the oatmeal, I listened to the rest of Bishop Garrison’s short story, “The Silver Door Diner,” the first featured story … Continue reading The Power in Pie and Conversation: Listening to Bishop Garrison’s “Silver Door Diner”
Last Tuesday, The Forever Sea was published by DAW books, and while I'm not too far into yet, I'm absolutely enjoying the hell out of it.
Late to Dinner posts are about something (or someone) that has been part of the cultural (and usually pop cultural at that) zeitgeist for a number of years, but which I've only discovered recently. Good evening, friends. I hope this missive finds you all doing well, and feeling relatively hearty and hale. Toward the front … Continue reading Late to Dinner: Supergiant Games
Just finished up three books in the last week, and I thought I might share them with you. Be well, friends, and keep reading. Huzzah!
Earlier this year I discovered the music of Billy Strings, and through the magic of YouTube's algorithms, I subsequently found Molly Tuttle.
I really can't speak highly enough of the transformative power of the program, its faculty, and its students on the life of a writer. I know that mine is but one story in the larger tale of Augsburg's Creative Writing MFA program, and that many students could and most likely will share similar experiences. It's my hope that you would take these into consideration and reconsider your decision to cut the program.