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August 2, 2016

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Ceremonies will be ready for purchase in perhaps a month, that is, around September 2…..  I’m waiting for the proof copy and then must order a consignment. Ceremonies will sell for $15.  A Paypal button has been set up on…

July 17, 2016

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In the spring of 2002, still in New York City, I sat in front of my computer.  I tapped the send button to post an excerpt of Ceremonies to a literary erotica website.  I had had some pieces published recently…

July 16, 2016

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In the fall of 1995 I crouched on a bench in Central Park.  It was a crisp, blue sky day.  I had been writing another novel about the Vietnam War resistance in previous years.  But I had begun fiddling with…

July 2, 2016

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I boarded the N train at the 31st Street station in Astoria.  It was a gorgeous fall day in New York City in the fall of 1994.  I had moved to the city a few months before. I watched the…

June 20, 2016

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In the summer of 1992 I walked out of the Kinko’s in Columbia, South Carolina, with a box full of books.  The box contained the first book I had ever published.  It was, oddly, a book on religious art.  Yet…

May 29, 2016

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I was still in Columbia in the spring of 1992.  Sitting on my porch, I read a story by Mark Twain.  In it the greatest writer who had ever existed was never published, and his scripts were locked away in…

May 1, 2016

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I crouched up in the mountain stream that overlooked Sidney Park. In the southern heat, it was cooler up by the water.  I had moved to moved to Columbia, South Carolina in 1991.  Suddenly, I pulled out the script for…

April 23, 2016

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I traveled down to Monroe Harbor to write.  It was summer 1988, and I lived in Chicago.  Listening to the boats clank, I lay on the slope above Lake Michigan.  I pulled out the script of Ceremonies.  It was the…

April 9, 2016

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I trudged down the country road about 10 PM.  It was summer 1985, and I was at a conference in Pennsylvania.  A bonfire was being held, and I thought that might be fun to go to.  It was located some…

April 5, 2016

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I wandered around in the old Woodstock Library.  It was fall 1983.  I found an old paperback named The Pillow Book.  The writer was Sei Shonagōn, a woman of the court of Japan about 1000 AD.  Ivan Morris had translated…