We walked into the apartment building after Vlad handed the valet my keys. He wrapped his arm firmly around my waist and the bellboy had the elevator ready for us. 1,167 more words
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Today I walked, surprisingly confident (or at least not crazy nervous as expected), into a writing appointment with a published writer. Co-writing with a complete stranger can be awkward enough, but throw in the fact that this guy is a “real” writer (as opposed to someone like me who can write, but doesn’t get paid to do it full time) AND our writing room was in my old office — with my old boss (who I don’t love) in the next room — well, let’s just say I could’ve been a mess and somehow I wasn’t. 38 more words
Fiction – paperback; Tramp Press; 224 pages; 2016.
On the face of it Solar Bones by Mike McCormack should not work. I can’t imagine how anyone would agree to publish a novel boiled down to two unescapable facts: the entire story is written stream of consciousness style and there’s not a single full-stop in more than 200 pages of prose. 665 more words