• My Writing

    Requiem Me

    The email confronts me.       Mozart’s Requiem fills the basement.  Whenever I listen to the Requiem, I usually think about the morbid romanticism associated with it – Mozart believing he was composing it for himself, the deathbed rehearsals, Mozart mouthing its composition with his dying breaths.  Not now, though.       The kids play upstairs, obliviously.  I wish Beth were here.  She’d steady me.  But she’s not.  It’s just me and this unopened email.      I become conscious of the Requiem again.  It’s the perfect accompaniment.  Or maybe it’s a portent.      Wait.  Backstep. *** I go through my CDs.  They’re stacked in the furthest corner of the basement, crammed together…

  • My Writing

    Publication and Criticism

    When you’re a writer trying to get published, you’ll take any submission opportunity possible, irrespective of how tenuously your story might fit that target. That’s the nature of writing and submission – to paraphrase a cliché, leave no stone (nor pebble) unturned. When I saw a submission call several years ago for an anthology that would be called Mythic Resonance (asking for stories to do with contemporary mythologies) I decided to fire off a story, A Tale of Publication: A Contemporary Fairytale, which loosely fit the theme. (Remember, no pebble unturned.) A Tale of Publication began life as a school project for a publishing class a couple of years prior…