August 2, 2016
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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…

