Michael Larkin used to write a lot of short fiction and publish some of it too. Then he got the idea in his head that he should write a novel, and so he did, and by the time of the novel's completion he was calling it a "picaresque," which was a way of saying to agents and book marketers that "this book has no plot." Recognizing that the book did not work after about page 172, and that it was causing to refer to himself in the third person, as a curative to both problems he then embarked on writing a second novel, which he is currently in the thick of. The book appears not to be picaresque, which I take to be a good sign. (There, my latter problem seems to have been cured.) Maybe some of it will end up here.
In the meantime, since I teach essay writing to students, I've ended up writing essays more than I ever planned to, which is OK, but I miss fiction, which is part of what brings me here.
My fiction and essays have been published in literary journals such as Natural Bridge, Other Voices, The Baltimore Review, Cimarron Review, Kitchen Sink, and You Must Be This Tall to Ride, among others.
I look forward to sharing my work and reading yours.
Thanks for the welcomes, Jane and Robert. Clearly I need to spend some more time on here. A welcome way of procrastinating without procrastinating.
Welcome aboard the Fictionaut train! Nice to have you here.
Hey Mike--You finally got here. Cool.
Thanks for the welcomes, Jane and Robert. Clearly I need to spend some more time on here. A welcome way of procrastinating without procrastinating.
Welcome aboard the Fictionaut train! Nice to have you here.
Hey Mike--You finally got here. Cool.