Writers Is Writers

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Recently I witnessed a most miraculous transformation, as a self-proclaimed political poet showed up to a local reading group and read what was his “first attempt” at a short story. It was so decent (read: better than decent) that I was further in awe when he shared offhandedly that it was completely not autobiographical. Besides complementing this man in a roundabout way, I use this experience to segue-way into an interview with a musician.

Makes perfect sense, right?

DAVID B DOLLARThe truth is, what I really want to do is introduce you to Durham artist David B. Dollar’s music. And tell you he has a new EP, which was released this week. What I don’t want to do is plug the new music without giving you what The Starving Artist consistently brings you: blogs about writing, reading, and publishing. Period. So we’re going to make this interesting and more than relevant.

BENEFIT OF THE DOUBTAfter…

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Movie Review: Authors Anonymous

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First things first: The Starving Artist has passed 100 posts and 800 followers! Also, we have passed one of the great, blog-tipping-points where–after a year and a half–the blog finally has its own momentum and we get actual comments (maybe some Shares, Tweets, Likes) on every post. Woo-hoo! Now, if I can only usher it wisely, and make sure to keep the good content rolling, I should be able to hold the blog above this threshold.

Now for a writing-related movie review. For once, the movie I am reviewing is not a great-book-into-movie, but a movie about writing. Unfortunately, it’s not a great one. For all the books about writers (probably too many, actually), there don’t seem to be nearly as many excellent or relevant movies about writers or the writing life. In fact, if you could make a superb fictional movie about a modern, self-pubbed writer, it would be 

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Book Review: The Great Gatsby

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GREAT GATSBYThe Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald and published by Simon & Schuster in 1925. Notes and preface by Matthew J. Bruccoli.

Let me just say, one of the best things about reading this book was its history in the forward. Not that I would wish this on anyone, but knowing that The Great Gatsby–widely accepted as the best American novel of the 20th century–had such inauspicious beginnings, well… Let’s just say it made me feel both okay and renewed my sense that success in writing and everything includes, not just talent, but a little fairy dust, as well. You aware of this story? Let’s just highlight: It took thirty years for The Great Gatsby (which, incidentally, Fitzgerald meant to call The Red, White and Blue) to go from a moderate run, to out-of-print, and then back again to a student’s edition during a 1950s Fitzgerald revival. By…

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Super Bowl XLVIII: A Trafficker’s Playground

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woman hostageIn just a few short days hundreds of thousands of visitors will flood to the MetLife stadium in New Jersey for Super Bowl XLVIII. Many visitors will be coming to show their pride and cheer on their favorite team, but tragically, thousands more will be coming for something entirely different. What most people don’t know is that the single biggest game of the year has also been called the single largest human trafficking event on the planet.

Just beyond the stadium lights, hidden within the shadows will be thousands of victims, women, children and even men, caught in the inhumane web of sex trafficking. For them this day will bring something much different than football, loud cheers, hot dog stands and painted beer bellies. For them it will bring pain, abuse, repeated rapes and even fear of death. The exact numbers of trafficking cases in a given year or…

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What I Learned From a Sprained Spine

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I am no stranger to the forced pause.

I am a migraine patient (aka migraneur) and have been since I was five years old. I have what used to be called classic migraine, which means my symptoms include blindness or partial blindness, confusion, disrupted speech, etc. on top of the usual pain, nausea, sensitivity to light and noise, etc. At times in my childhood, I got migraines multiple times per week. My longest was 72 hours. When pregnant, both times, I had a sort of migraine fit, where I spent a long month in and out of a migraine stupor. I have often been amazed that, before kids, I could keep a job, and since kids, I have done a decent job raising them. As far as the migraines go, the kids have learned to make do, same as me.

Add to that the ADHD Inattentive Type and my general…

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Top Ten: Help Yourself

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Have you managed any New Year’s Resolutions, yet? Are any of them writing-related? I, for example, have goals to write my business plan, to read and review more than 40 books, to publish two of my novels, edit another for Owl and Zebra, and win at NaNoWriMo 2014. Which brings up my first point of the blog entry: don’t bother keeping up with the Joneses (or, in the writing world, with the Kings). And I’ll tell you why: much of the time, the Joneses are headed where you don’t want to head, anyway, or they’re faking it. You aren’t the Joneses. So why the big leap from my resolutions to the Joneses? I just want you to calm down, that’s all. Stop making other people’s goals and stop making yourself feel bad. Truth is, most of us don’t even meet our own resolutions and yet we are much more likely…

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Weird for Weird’s Sake

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I think the first thing I need to define here is my idea of art. Now, there are whole books and classes and even lives dedicated to this topic, as well as ever-shifting popular and specialist opinions. I know. (I took a couple classes in college on aesthetics, as well as art appreciation, and the conversation is much bigger and more heated than all that.) At any rate, the most likely answer to “what is art?” falls into two categories: art is beauty, and art is statement. I can appreciate both of these answers.

However, what I have a hard time with is art which is just art. Maybe we could call it art that thinks it makes a statement but which–if it makes a statement–makes one exclusively about art and to a very narrow audience. Sure, if you are somehow targeted at an audience, fine. But more and more…

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And the Winner Is…

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Me!

Aviary parisbookfestival-com Picture 1That’s right, folks. The Paris Book Festival has posted their annual competition results and I have taken an honorable mention in the General Fiction category. Thank you, thank you very much. I would like to thank all you little people who have helped me get where I am…

Now, the award will only be as good as what I can do with it. If I were the grand prize winner, I would be on a plane to Paris. As it were, I will have to settle with knowing they will be mentioning me in Paris sometime in the next month, at the ceremony, and I will very cooly and casually not be present to accept it. So I will just have to take the acknowledgment and plaster it wherever I can. Cause that’s what you do with an award like this. Milk it.

And bask in the glory a…

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