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.
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
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.
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
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
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.