By high school I was sitting in front of a full-length mirror, staring at myself (as all teenagers do) and would tell stories into that mirror for hours as I completely lost track of time.
Lynne Pickett’s When We Fell In Love
Connor de Bruler’s Where I Write From – Editor’s Choice
I love the beginning of James Agee’s A Death in the Family. It was right around the time I had heard (from where I can’t remember) that good writing uses almost no adverbs or adjectives, and here this guy was describing his corner of Knoxville as “fairly solidly lower middle class.”
Cynthia Singerman’s When We Fell in Love: On Loving Books and Writing
I can still picture myself in sixth grade, sitting in the library, reading Alice Hoffman’s "At Risk". I can still see the way the light filtered in through the glass, bouncing off the walls covered with books.
Stephen Massimilla’s When We Fell In Love
I have long loved stories, literature, philosophy and the search for meaning they entail, and have long considered thinking and writing almost one in the same.
Mark Sadler’s When We Fell in Love
The American Beat writers circled back into fashion in the UK during the late 1980s / early 1990s. Their resurgence coincided with a spike in the counterculture that was perhaps a reaction to the grind of over a decade of conservative leadership and Thatcher-ism.