Author: Cliff

>Let’s just say it’s a little early to declare the election (either Iraq’s or ours) a success. John Coyne, founder of Peace Corps Writers,…

>In which I was walking down a city street–Chicago, I think–and came across the headquarters of Poets & Writers. The building was grand and…

>When it snowed here last week, I didn’t bother to shovel. There was warmer weather predicted, there wasn’t much to begin with, and what…

>Occasionally, often for no discernible reason, a name from my past comes to mind–someone from high school, maybe, or my college fraternity; sometimes I…

>Writing prompts come from the strangest places. Usually I am struck by a character, a person I have seen or heard about, and then…

>I mean to be mostly literary in this forum, but from time to time I won’t be able to keep myself from straying into…

>The resurrected Oxford American arrived in my mailbox today. (Or, more precisely, my mail tub. See yesterday’s post.) It looks terrific, with lots to…

>Apparently, I’m addicted to mail. On my recent sojourn in Mexico, it was difficult to go more than a day without hitting an internet…

>It’s easier than I thought it would be. I sat down this morning, opened the file with my notes for the novel, and picked…

>And I ain’t talking about snow. Not quite ready to actually write anything, and still organizing the files and the desk, and unpacking, and…