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Drunken Scotsman Publishing
I live in Oregon in the middle of nowhere with my wife, Jane, our newborn son, Rory, and a shiftless Bernese Mountain Dog named Basil. We have some land, so I bought a cow and named her Maybell. She is an unapologetic cliche, with black spots and a loud bell tied to her neck. I'm going to learn how to make cheese and butter and such, but for now she is my lawnmower. Once I'm convinced my asshole cat--whom I really do love--won't kill them, I'm going to buy some chickens. The only chicken name I have so far is Henrietta, so if you've any good chicken names let me hear them.
I can't make a living writing--I would need one of those programs that devises plot-lines for you, and the software is very expensive and boring--so I keep a job at the University of Oregon where I mutate fish for the purposes of research I don't understand.
With a newborn, I've taken to the Raymond Carver philosophy on writing: I never set out to write something I can't complete in one night. And though I often can't feel my face at the end of one of these all-nighters, I've made it work. I heard Tobias Wolf say the reason he worked so extensively with the short story was because he liked how the form lent itself the likeness of breath: brevity, precision, and--most importantly--the truth. I agree with him; however, I still harbor aspirations to write an Underworld-sized novel this novel this year, which is a reckless thing for me to try to do, but fuck it. Whatever comes along, I'll post it all here and hope you enjoy it.
I'm compiling a collection of short stories called Nobody Lives Here Anymore and another of three interrelated novellas called Homesick and making them available here. They will also be available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble Online. For the time being, I will have only electronic versions of all prose.
Until the collections are put together, I'll have everything here for free. Once things are completed, both books will be available at all three outlets for $1.99. However, if you really want something but can't or don't want to pay, just email me and I'll send it to you (readers first and foremost!)
If you like something you read, please let me know. If you don't, please let me know why. If you would like to support a struggling writer with a donation there is a support page where you can donate via Paypal. New stories will become available on the site as soon as they're completed.
Lastly, long time friends Sonkin Blearny, Sarah Lipscomb, and I are starting an online literary journal called A House of Many Windows. We want to read everything the world produces and publish anything that melts our faces. A friend once remarked that he knew something was poetry when the top of his head literally felt like it had been blown off. We're rewording that for our mission statement. We're shooting for early 2012, but it'll be up as soon as we get it pieced together. Until then, we'll be accepting any and all submissions of fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, and photography at: [email protected]. More information can be found on the contact page.
--ELW
I can't make a living writing--I would need one of those programs that devises plot-lines for you, and the software is very expensive and boring--so I keep a job at the University of Oregon where I mutate fish for the purposes of research I don't understand.
With a newborn, I've taken to the Raymond Carver philosophy on writing: I never set out to write something I can't complete in one night. And though I often can't feel my face at the end of one of these all-nighters, I've made it work. I heard Tobias Wolf say the reason he worked so extensively with the short story was because he liked how the form lent itself the likeness of breath: brevity, precision, and--most importantly--the truth. I agree with him; however, I still harbor aspirations to write an Underworld-sized novel this novel this year, which is a reckless thing for me to try to do, but fuck it. Whatever comes along, I'll post it all here and hope you enjoy it.
I'm compiling a collection of short stories called Nobody Lives Here Anymore and another of three interrelated novellas called Homesick and making them available here. They will also be available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble Online. For the time being, I will have only electronic versions of all prose.
Until the collections are put together, I'll have everything here for free. Once things are completed, both books will be available at all three outlets for $1.99. However, if you really want something but can't or don't want to pay, just email me and I'll send it to you (readers first and foremost!)
If you like something you read, please let me know. If you don't, please let me know why. If you would like to support a struggling writer with a donation there is a support page where you can donate via Paypal. New stories will become available on the site as soon as they're completed.
Lastly, long time friends Sonkin Blearny, Sarah Lipscomb, and I are starting an online literary journal called A House of Many Windows. We want to read everything the world produces and publish anything that melts our faces. A friend once remarked that he knew something was poetry when the top of his head literally felt like it had been blown off. We're rewording that for our mission statement. We're shooting for early 2012, but it'll be up as soon as we get it pieced together. Until then, we'll be accepting any and all submissions of fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, and photography at: [email protected]. More information can be found on the contact page.
--ELW