I felt this humble, profound, and simple but eloquent Nobel acceptance speech written by Bob Dylan was worth sharing. He’s absolutely right—during the creative act no artist should be thinking of receiving such an honor for their work, only of the work itself. Banquet speech by Bob Dylan given by the United States Ambassador to […]
Edgewater County, South Carolina… I write about it, but where is it? While it’s been said by some—well, by me—that the county lies due east of Due West and somewhere north of North, I’m sorry to report that you won’t find Edgewater County on any map, and in trying to find it, your GPS will spin in […]
Aspiring writers in the Columbia, SC area, take note! Signups are now open for my Spring 2017 workshops hosted by Midlands Technical College. Featuring beginner and advanced courses, plus a basics of screenwriting workshop, my classroom awaits your presence, enthusiasm, and talent.
Here’s a nifty poster that the PR team created for local use in promoting the upcoming release of Let the Glory Pass Away. I think this key art does a fine job of visualizing in an ironic and attractive way one of the novel’s principal themes. Feel free to share it in your social media feeds!
Clay B and me, front of board, mics well hidden, we made a fine, fine tape. Not my best writing, this haiku, but I composed it while grieving over the news that my old friend Clay had passed away, and under personal circumstances of a sudden and tragic nature. Maybe I wanted to cheer myself […]
I’m late to the party on this 2015 New Yorker post, but I found it quite useful and edifying. THE MIDDLE OF THINGS: ADVICE FOR YOUNG WRITERS By Andrew Solomon The following is adapted from a speech the author gave at the Whiting Writers’ Awards on March 5th. When I had just finished my schooling and […]
I wanted to write, that was all I wanted, and I couldn’t understand those who didn’t, how they could be happy with an ordinary job, whatever it was, whether teacher, camera operator, bureaucrat, academic, farmer, TV host, journalist, designer, publicist, fisherman, truck driver, gardener, nurse, or astronomer. How could that be enough? I understood it […]
In 1985, when I became initiated into my new life as a latter generation Deadhead—it’s called “getting on the bus,” referencing a lyric from the Dead’s psychedelic classic “That’s It for The Other One”—I had certainly heard of Augustus Owsley Stanley III. As an aficionado of the 1960s social revolution I had missed by virtue of […]
Some of you may have noticed that Edgewater County Confidential has been dark all summer. Inactive. It’s been quiet around here—too quiet. It’s all good. Two words to keep in mind (with props to Douglas Adams): DON’T PANIC.
In Part One we suffered through a little autobiography about the time I helped honor local pop music heroes Hootie and the Blowfish, and how that got me to thinking about who we honor with public monuments and tributes, but more importantly, why we do so, and what we’re saying with our choices.
