I have a story in this anthology of writing/art about Bob Dylan, alongside some really excellent writers. If you’d like a copy for the low price of $10 (shipping included!), email me (jack.bullion [at] gmail]) your PayPal or Venmo and address info and I’ll send one your way. 

  The Dominant Animal, Kathryn Scanlan Miles From Nowhere, Nani Mun Welfare, Steve Anwyll Paperboy, Bob Thurber Signs Preceding the End of the World, Yuri Herrera Erratic Fire, Erratic Passion, Pasha Malla and Jeff Parker Duplex, Mike Nagel The Power of the Dog, Thomas Savage Everything is Totally Fine, Zac Smith The Man Suit, Zachary Schomburg OK, Goodnight, Emily Kendal Frey and Zachary Schomburg Liver Mush, Graham Irvin Billy Boy, Bud Shrake Claustrophobia, Surprise!, Evan Williams Don’t Know Tough, Eli Cranor In a Lonely Place, Dorothy B. Hughes I Saw the Light: The Story of Hank Williams, Colin Escott Tell Me Everything: The Story of a Private Investigation, Erika Krouse City on Fire, Don Winslow Teenager, Bud Smith The Interrogative Mood, Padgett Powell  Small Moods, Shane Kowalski Pictures at a Revolution: Five Movies and the Birth of a Mew Hollywood, Mark Harris Looney, Dave Housley Marigold, Troy James Weaver Hotel Alexandra, Rebekah Morgan Dead Solid Perfect, Dan Jen...

 [The Means of Ascent, p. 173]

 [part of an ongoing project where I attempt to make erasure poetry out of every page from Robert Caro's The Years of Lyndon Johnson ]

In honor of National Pizza Day, here are a couple of recently published stories of mine that contain pizza: “Aristotle’s Afterthought”, Revolution John The pizzeria in this story is a thinly-veiled version of this place . To my knowledge this is the second work of short fiction that takes place in this restaurant. The first was a story I read about fifteen years ago in the Cimarron Review . The title and the name of the author escape me, although it was obvious the guy spent some time in Columbia, Missouri. The baseball game between the Cardinals and Astros in this story actually happened on August 22nd, 1986. Here is the box score, which lays out the remarkable game had by Cards hothead John Tudor. And here’s a video of the Galaga glitch . “Dear Entrepreneur”, The Daily Drunk My first ever attempt at flash. This was a fun one to write. It’s made up of reconstituted parts of a failed novelette that I’m in the process of breaking up into 3-4 smaller stories.  “Nobody likes cold pi...

Every writer is going to have their own approach (or set of approaches) to the question of what constitutes a draft. These approaches might change with every phase of every project; the way that you wander through your first draft could be quite different from the way that you wander through your final. The hope, of course, is that your conception of drafting, whatever it is, can serve as a perch—a perception-changing post, slightly above the page, from which you’re better able to see your work and your process in a useful way. My personal approach is to avoid the question of drafthood for as long as I can. -Joseph Scapatello, What if all writing is just drafts forever? https://lithub.com/what-if-all-writing-is-just-drafts-forever/  

I add to my stories by section. Each story is nearly always divided into sections and worked on separately in this way. When I’ve finished one part I hit the Cap Lock and type MORE HERE and then move to another section. ... I stop when it feels natural. I don’t push it, and I accept incompletion if that’s what’s called for at that moment. A lot of writing is acceptance and patience. -from “ Repose In a Tattered Recliner Adorned with Knitted Sweater Vest and Jogging Pants ”

In my writing practice, I aim for 250 words each day. That doesn’t sound like a lot, and it isn’t. I can hit 250 words every day, but something else happens that feels like magic—most days, I shoot right past that word count. I might write 350, 500, 750, or even 1000 words in a day! Other days, I might only be able to wrestle 250 words onto the page before I’m ready to put the work away and try again tomorrow. But the words you write gather into sentences that make paragraphs that create whole scenes that eventually get you to “THE END” of your project. In this way, setting the bar low can get you to where you want to be. -from How to Form a Daily Writing Habit

More than likely I painted myself into a corner and, instead of being wise and retracing my steps in order to find the correct route, I worked myself into a lather trying to figure out how not to get footprints on the wet paint. Well, not really “worked.” I’m getting tired of people who say that writing is such hard work.  It’s great fun. Work involves callouses, pained arches, cuts, abrasions, and so on. If writing was (or were–which of these verbs is correct?) so much work, only masochists would be handwriting... -from George Singleton's  Kenyon Review Conversation