Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

I write to read–not just to myself, but to others. There is something about holding a book in my hands and reading words off the page to others that fills me with a warm sense of communion and connection, of … Continue reading →

Yesterday I “finished” a draft of a new novel. Finished? What does that mean—especially when I know from experience that I’m likely to do another three, four, five, maybe even fifteen drafts? And just what qualifies as a draft, anyway? … Continue reading →

The more papers I read by my undergraduate students, the more I come away convinced of this: that their problems have less to do with the mechanics of writing (though many have problems here as well) as with the thinking … Continue reading →