Solving the problems of the world, one genius idea at a time. Hello writers — I know you’re a writer because no one else reads articles about book clubs or book reviews. If you are an editor or literary agent you are about to stop reading to go back to…

the end of the world for writers will be swift and pleasant Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a dork for sci-fi. Love every possible and plausible future. Love the apocalypses, dystopias, utopias and myopias of the literary and cinematic world. …

actually a post about plans and family and uncertainty…oh right… the holidays So it’s the holidays. For me, that’s an annual gathering at my cousin’s house (specifically the wife of my father’s first cousin; in Lithuania, family nets are fairly broad) to light candles and eat fish on Christmas Eve. This brings with it logistics: can I get to Brooklyn and back…

Are you a writer? If so, you will find this feeling very familiar. — Some random detail nudges your brain — a solitary raindrop scurrying down a fogged pane of glass, the frantic twitch of someone’s eyelid, the spiky leaf of a dandelion poking up from an aromatic mint tea, the mysterious Celtic pattern on the hilt of an antique letter opener — and…

a story of agony and twisted love Once upon a time there was a girl who loved a bird. She didn’t mean to fall in love, in fact at first she made fun of the stupid little thing, but as time went on, she just kept feeding it and feeding…

(life of a writer with kids) Setting: interior, a cluttered home office near a front door. A woman types on a laptop, her face a little too close to the screen. Time: present day, dinner time….well, maybe a few minutes later (a KEY turns in the lock and the FRONT…

Here’s a modest suggestion for connecting with your people I’m old enough to remember when writing a letter in the mail or slipping a note under a door was the only way to securely know that a friend was going to receive your message. I vividly remember when “answering machines”…

(flash fiction) I already took out the trash and cleaned up the bottles that you and dad drank last night and dusted and swept and I would have weeded but I didn’t want to be outside when the phone rang in case you didn’t pay the bill again and I…

forming a link between America’s slave trade and its economy — Last weekend I randomly decided to rent a CitiBike on Governor’s Island (which was a saga in and of itself, the story of which is on my Substack if you’re curious) — and on my circumnavigation of the island in the rain, I suddenly thought I heard chains clanking in…