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The discipline has three steps. It begins at home. You want to do something--paint, write, act, play the hammered dulcimer, whatever--because it calls to you. It's more than just a passing interest and you're aware of this (I think hammered dulcimers are kind of cool, but I feel no compulsion to start taking lessons down... Continue Reading →
It was the worst of times. It was the worst of times. It was incontrovertibly, without a doubt, the absolute worst of times. And yet my former student—we will call her Mary Sue—still had the presence of mind to ask me how I was before she broke down in tears. She’d gotten rejected by 7... Continue Reading →
Creating reproductions of other works requires an extremely high level of technical proficiency. One's subject matter will always be personal, but I want to encourage my students to deliberately acquire new technical skills by taking on the aesthetic of the writers they read. In this sense, every text is a potential writing instructor. I have taught... Continue Reading →
The Writing Expedition 