On the first day of this semester’s Memory Project class, my students brought in the photographs they would spend the semester thinking, reporting and writing about. One by one they displayed the photographs on the big screen in front of the room. They explained what they knew…
Betrayal is an ugly word, and it’s not a great feeling either; a scar for the recipient, a scab for the perpetrator.Thanks for reading Writerland…
I have never been a good book proposal writer. I have written six books and the long, maddening, courage-testing, confidence-shaking process of writing…
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I discovered Edward Hopper when I was in my 20s. I was living in Chicago and, as best I can recall, I must have encountered his work at the Art…
For writers, there is no escaping the city. At various stages in life, our innermost narratives are formed by the shape of its streets, just as its…
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When I was in high school, during the last century, I began learning to play a musical instrument and, inevitably, struggled. The jangle of keys and…
We’re delighted to introduce a new writer to Writerland, Diego Courchay, whose newsletter chapters will be appearing every month. Diego’s work has…
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And so the day had come for my students to deliver the first 100 words of their stories. Not a lede and nut graf (more on that later) but their first…
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