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!
Category: Essay
Molly Tuttle-Live at Grimey’s
Earlier this year I discovered the music of Billy Strings, and through the magic of YouTube's algorithms, I subsequently found Molly Tuttle.
On Augsburg University’s Creative Writing MFA Program
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.
Taking a Walk
Good evening, folks, from a basement out here in the wilds of central Minnesota. I hope that this finds you well, and feeling hearty and hale. Just some quick thoughts which occurred to me while taking the dogs for their nightly jaunt I wanted to share with all of you, whomever may be reading this. … Continue reading Taking a Walk
The Secret Garden: The Stories We’re Told Become the Stories We Tell Ourselves
This made me think about the stories we're told from an early age about ourselves, and how quickly we adopt those stories and make them our own. It's made me realize how cautious we need to be about not putting labels and stories on kids, because it doesn't take long for them to own them and carry on the tale.
A Note on Messages from Ursula K. Le Guin
Her piece "A Message About Messages" offers a pointed and humorous rebuttal (of which only Le Guin was capable of) to those who insist on strangling messages out of the fiction they read
Progress
Didn’t get a lot of writing or revising done tonight, but I did crack open a plot point I’d quagmired myself in. A tiny victory, but I’ll take it. Be well, good people. Heaps of huzzahs to you. -Purdy
Notes from the Basement: March
Evening and huzzah, goda människor, from a basement out here in central Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you all safe, sound, hearty, and hale. Nearly bedtime around these parts, but I wanted to hop and post something before hitting the rack.
Hej Kompisa
The first day of February delivered warmer weather with the sun sticking around long enough to melt some of the snow build-up. After settling a bellyful of pancakes and coffee, we ventured out to brave the perils of Saturday Costco. The town of Anoka lies on the way to the bastion of bulk food shopping, and in this town (self-proclaimed Halloween capital of the world) is The Swedish Crown Bakery
What I Learned Writing a Short Piece of Fiction Every Day During the Month of October
It's been a week since Halloween, a week since the end of October, a week since the culmination of Short As Fictober, my self-imposed, month-long writing journey. I haven't written much of anything since then, but I have had a moment to reflect on the experience and make a plan of sorts.
