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Are you ready for the interview, Sloan Thill? Is that a question? Yes. Are you? Again, yes. I just wanted to make sure this time was still convenient. I had signed up for it, so why wouldn’t it be? I just like to verify that everything is alright before I begin, if there was a … Continue reading
The following says nothing at all, and so too does this. * Writing a wrong September 20 2012, Published in the Silhouette It’s Saturday night again. Sun-kissed blonde hair sprinkles in front of your face as you sip the cold coffee on your desk. Your eyes hurt but you cannot rub them. Not now. Not … Continue reading
The following is an attempt to immortalize out-of-print words only to have them go out-of-print here. The majority were birthed in the hot incubator at The Silhouette, a campus newspaper in Hamilton. Some were conceived at Incite, an alternative magazine. All, though, are worth keeping. Not because they are good or because I particularly value their arguments – at worst, … Continue reading
In the beginning, there was a boy and a grandmother and they were sitting together in a nearly empty room. Wooden chairs gobbled up little of the free space. Dusty curtains vacuumed out the sun. The boy was wedged on a sofa. Patches of the cushion tickled his leg. Newspaper crinkled under his butt. Each time … Continue reading
A writer who talks about writing doesn’t deserve to have written in the first place. Fittingly, I did that below. It is an example of how little I know about the craft, really. So does using really, really. It was for a class analyzing science as a mode of cultural transmission. I wrote science fiction … Continue reading
“Who’s the best writer you know?” Well, I am. Sure I could’ve not started with well and I could’ve written some riff-raff that really got ya moving and swinging right from the start like warm water in a shower that just makes ya sing. But knowing these possibilities doesn’t take away from the claim. I … Continue reading
For Christ’s sake, I am an idiot. Listen up: I wrote some two thousand words but still wasn’t able to fit the Apocalypse in an essay; the Armageddon in twelve point font. Isn’t that what writing is about? Hold on to your hats. The topic I wish to understand better is something that has been … Continue reading
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