As Egyptians rejoice in toppling the Mubarak regime and rebel forces in Libya threaten Qaddafi’s hold on power, a writer wonders: What will the next revolutions be?
Faced with a story I wanted to start but felt certain I couldn’t, I turned to the literary gods. Now Harold Bloom owes me $213.27.
I turned in my book’s manuscript almost a month ago, but my editor doesn’t seem to have read it yet. It makes a writer wonder what he’s doing instead.
The dark side of divine inspiration: one writer’s cautionary tale
Imagining the day they come to take your Judaism away
When a writer sits down to work, a cacophony of personalities sits down with him