Author Archives: Peter Selgin

About Peter Selgin

Peter Selgin is the author of Drowning Lessons, winner of the 2007 Flannery O’Connor Award for Fiction, Life Goes to the Movies, a novel, two books on the craft of fiction, and several children’s books. His memoir, Confessions of a Left-Handed Man, was short-listed for the William Saroyan International Prize. His latest novel, The Water Master, won the William Faulkner Society Prize, selected by Random House Senior Editor Will Murphy. His work has won the Missouri Review Editors’ Prize, the Dana Award, six Best American Essay notable essay citations, and two selections for the Best American series. A second memoir, The Inventors, is forthcoming from Hawthorne Books in April of 2016. He teaches at Antioch University’s MFA program and is Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at Georgia College & State University.

The Spider’s Web

Posted on September 16, 2009 by Peter Selgin

Sometimes the mind goes as blank as the white page, as an empty glass, as a cloudless sky, as a spider’s empty web. I get up from my desk. I would pace, but there’s no room for pacing up here … Continue reading →

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The First Sip of Coffee

Posted on September 13, 2009 by Peter Selgin

There are little things one lives for, and for me the first sip of coffee in the morning is one of them. Without my morning coffee to look forward to, I would still live, but it would be a muted, … Continue reading →

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Town of My Dreams

Posted on September 11, 2009 by Peter Selgin

Sometimes at night, as I drift off to sleep, or when I can’t sleep, I play a game with myself. I imagine that I’m in Bethel, Connecticut, my home town, circa 1965, when I was seven years old. I imagine … Continue reading →

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And Baby Makes Me

Posted on September 4, 2009 by Peter Selgin

Congratulate me. In less than five months and for the first time I will be a father. What does it mean? I don’t know, really. My sense is one of impending delight and doom. Before it was more doom, now … Continue reading →

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