Author: Ron Koertge

My agent is trying to peddle a collection of Flash Fiction. For grown-ups. He suggested that while we wait to see what the NY houses say I might take a look at some places that don’t bother with pages and covers. So I went...

or the other way around. One of those. But first The Treadmill Desk. You’ve heard of these, right? Buy a treadmill, put a shelf across it the arms, lay your laptop there, and write as you walk. Nice metaphor for a writer,...

I was on my way back from the car wash when somebody on NPR touted the Bukowski exhibit at the Huntington Library/Gardens. Buk (as he liked to say then added that it rhymed with puke) is gone now but his recorded voice lives on...

I’m sure everybody who went to St. Paul for the Hamline MFAC residency is deeply battered and fried at this point, but for those who didn’t and are tussling with a novel, here’s some advice. I was downtown in...

I just got a ms. back from Candlewick. I was sure it wasn’t what hey were looking for when it was wrapped in barbed wire and had a skull-and-crossbones on the envelope. I went through the usual Kubler-Ross stages: Denial...