Hello from Tulsa, where I popped down after a reporting trip through Kansas, for Bari Weiss’s Common Sense - that story is here - and I don’t want to leave, the porch where I have been writing, and from I write right now, being perhaps my favorite place to have set up an office, there’s a warm wind at all times, and if I ever dip from the general population, you might do worse than to look for me here.
That's quite a prologue! ... and a nice writing spot to hang out, for sure. I look forward to the chapters and, as a lover of stories told in voice I heartily endorse the idea of the radio project. Just had a thought -- perhaps you have one or two regular audio narrators, but perhaps guest narrators would be interesting as well?
When I'm new to a city I move around looking for a writing spot like a chipmunk looking for nuts. I almost always end up in the quiet corner of a public space -- where I can both have my little nest to write, and where I can be reminded that its unhealthy to be entirely in your own head and removed from the world. Which is after all what I want to write about.
Forty Bucks and A Dream, Stories of Los Angeles. Prologue: Hungry Town
That's quite a prologue! ... and a nice writing spot to hang out, for sure. I look forward to the chapters and, as a lover of stories told in voice I heartily endorse the idea of the radio project. Just had a thought -- perhaps you have one or two regular audio narrators, but perhaps guest narrators would be interesting as well?
When I'm new to a city I move around looking for a writing spot like a chipmunk looking for nuts. I almost always end up in the quiet corner of a public space -- where I can both have my little nest to write, and where I can be reminded that its unhealthy to be entirely in your own head and removed from the world. Which is after all what I want to write about.