Category: About Writing
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The Experience of Art
Once, a number of years ago, a young woman I knew vaguely through a mutual friend told me that, for her, art always soured after explanation.
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After Listening to My Father Read Aloud One of My Stories
He read the way I’d heard him read aloud from the Letters of Paul, books of the Old Testament. He’d been a lector at church for years; had also spoken in courtrooms, before judges and opposing council, on behalf of clients (I was one, once upon a time); over the public address at Ryan Field, Wapakoneta’s high…
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Attempts (poem)
I must’ve been difficult to handle alone. My kind of trouble makes bones of bodies, sand of bones.
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The Now
I was standing on a high school soccer field the other night. A storm front had just rolled past; the air had cooled in its wake. But we never saw a drop of rain. The lights over the field began to glow just as the sky opened to a sunset of oranges, pale blues, and…
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It’s Personal: Some Provisional Insight into Creating Fictional Characters through Research
My character Tim is lonely like I imagine my old friend was lonely all those months he spent working for a lumber company, getting on planes and flying across the country.
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Why I Will Not Go on the Boat and What This Means for Writing
We were sitting on our living room floor after dinner on Thursday night last week, my wife and I, when she told me her cousin’s husband had extended me the invitation to go out on a fishing boat with him, his two sons, and my brother-in-law the following week.
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Ways of Honoring the Memory of a Man I Wish I’d Known Better
We sat at the table in his kitchen. Coffee had been brewed, or was brewing. We each had a cup. Actually, I wasn’t there. My wife was. My uncle was telling her about stewing and canning hot peppers. He gave one of the last jars he had to her to take home. There were other…
Patrick Faller 