Author: Benjamin X. Wretlind

I Hear Voices…Can’t You?

Voices. Voices everywhere. What I consider to be the hardest part of starting a novel is not technical, exactly. It’s not the outlining or the descriptive note cards I might have scattered about the bedroom like so much detritus nor the initial formatting of the manuscript (which I’ve since learned is just foolish at the…
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Llama, Llama, Go Llama

In 2002 (or so), a writer friend (the-great-and-not-quite-as-unknown-as-me Eric A. Jackson) and I were discussing what makes good fiction. At the time, he had recently loaned me a copy of Bentley Little’s The Collection, a great book of short stories. One of those stories included a dead llama. Naturally, the discussion on what made good…
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On Research: Extrajudicial Killing, Maggie and Me

As I do the research necessary to write another novel, I find myself running into things I didn’t think existed. Some writers might need a little inspiration, and the archive of legislation through the years is certainly broad enough to provide that inspiration to many people. But that’s not what this is about.

How To: Inhale a Novel Idea (Literally)

You really can inhale a novel idea, especially if the novel involves dust and you stand in the middle of a dust storm. It’s quite the experience.

How To: Create an Atmosphere on Paper

Writing the weather into a setting–creating an atmosphere–is not that difficult, but you can screw it up. Keep in mind that there are readers out there who have studied meteorology for years, and like anything, the genius is in the details.

I Met God at Applebee’s

“Live simply, but do not simply live.” I wrote this down once (now twice), and I find myself thinking about those words more and more each day. The words are not mine, although who they originally belonged to is a mystery to me. The sentiment is nothing more than a Universal Truth, those things when…
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Out, out, brief candle…

Death is not a good topic, but one that’s been on my mind. It has been a long time since I wrote a blog post and a longer time since I thought I had something to say. I will eventually share why I’ve been distant (if you can be “distant” in a networking world), but…
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Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

Review: Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

Description (from Amazon.com) Ray Bradbury’s moving recollection of a vanished golden era remains one of his most enchanting novels. Dandelion Wine stands out in the Bradbury literary canon as the author’s most deeply personal work, a semi-autobiographical recollection of a magical small-town summer in 1928. Twelve-year-old Douglas Spaulding knows Green Town, Illinois, is as vast and deep…
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How a Little Boy Gave Me a Reason

I originally wrote part of this post just before I turned 40. However, I sometimes need to be reminded why I’m here. It happens every once in a while: you bury yourself in the business aspect of writing, looking at numbers, trying to forecast the way the readership blows, but when all is said and…
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A Poem: Cloud 9

This poem is one I wrote in 1988 or 1989. It is, most definitely, “Crane-ish.” I love this poem, and I hate it at the same time. I guess that’s art, is it not? Despite its rather positive message buried in negativity, I use this particular poem as a reminder of horrible people who promise…
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