by Joe Bunting |
I don't know if it was the black eyes of the people watching me or the way everything looked dark and overused in that city, but I was ill at ease, as if restlessness could be defined by a leg that wouldn't stop bouncing under the table and an imagination that...
by Joe Bunting |
I received an email recently from a reader who said, “I want my writing to be a way of crystallizing reality, not making a new one.” It reminded me of something Sir Ken Robinson said, something I've found to be true of my own experience: “The arts...
by Joe Bunting |
There are two things that work, you can be overwhelmingly honest. Or you can create some kind of persona to write from. It's the difference between Joni Mitchell (or Jewel or even someone like Colby Caillat) and Lady Gaga. Joni was being honest. Lady Gaga is a...
by Joe Bunting |
The window in my living room opens out to a wide field that ends in a line of trees. The birds live in the trees and in the mornings they fly out over the field. There's something about birds. Sometimes you see a yellow one or a blue one. Mostly, though, they are...
by Joe Bunting |
Perfect is no place for a writer. Listen to me: you will never write a perfect novel, short story, essay, blog post, sentence. Everything you write will be criticized. If it's not, then it has been ignored. Your job is not to write perfect sentences. Stop thinking it...
