On Being A Writer In The Writing World

  When I go to a literary event, I first have to gather my bearings to find a familiar face. I keep to myself most days and social media is my connection to networking and "being out there." I'm maybe 90% more introverted than extroverted in person, so seeing a familiar face in a crowd... Continue Reading →

On the power of erotica and literal masturbation…

I have reviews in the queue to write and movies to finish watching, but it's Saturday. I'm lazy and procrastinating and it's what you do on day with nothing that's pressing on you to get done. I also blame this book for my dreamy state:   Tamara Faith Berger's Little Cat It's two of her... Continue Reading →

Some thoughts of handwriting Ulysses and now published at no press!

  On Getting Inside James Joyce's Head. James Joyce is a maddening writer to read. If you were to ask me why I love reading him though, part of that love is in the aggravation he causes with his writing. Typing A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man was one thing, writing Ulysses by... Continue Reading →

On day 39 of hand writing James Joyce’s Ulysses

Ulysses is a gigantic book. No, really it's huge. It's going to take me two years to write out this monster. It takes me two times longer to write it out by hand than typing out A Portrait of the Artist. I'm not even concerned about its legibility either. If I was then add several... Continue Reading →

The first day of 729 days of writing Ulysses by hand.

“I cannot dictate to a stenographer or type,” Joyce wrote to John Quinn in May 1917. “I write all with my hand” (LII: 396). Three years later the manuscript of the “Wandering Rocks” episode, sent to Quinn from Paris, was to refute this claim, as it is written in both Joyce and Frank Budgen’s hands.... Continue Reading →

On my last day of retyping Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man

Dear James Joyce, This morning I had my cup of coffee, with two creams and six of those little packets of sugar, and typed out the last few sentences of your book, Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man.  I've been kind of down thinking of today because I started this on March 11,... Continue Reading →

On day 130 of This Is Room 101 and Day 242 of Getting Inside James Joyce’s Head

Day 130 of #thisisroom101 http://goo.gl/dduZyw  & Day 242 of #GIJJH http://goo.gl/A9tsWi  #georgeorwell #jamesjoyce #uncreativewriting Admittedly with my workload at full capacity at the moment (film reviews, book reviews, interviews, and finishing up my next poetry book), it's been hard to keep up with my rewrites and retypes. However, I've managed. If I haven't been able... Continue Reading →

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