Hi, I'm Matthew Stublefield
When I retire (or get lots of money coupled with lots of free time, whichever comes first), I've kind of got this plan to open a bar. The furniture and decor will all be solid dark woods, with comfy chairs throughout and plenty of places for people to sit and talk. We'll have my favourite beers and coffees, great sandwiches, and the best potato salad in town. And in the back will be a small printing press where we'll turn out the work of local authors to line the bookshelves I hope will cover every wall of the pub.
Until that day, I'll settle for this, my little corner of the webiverse. Whether you stumbled upon this site through a mutual friend, a perhaps misguided Google search, or by some other extraordinary means, I'm glad you're here. Read a bit, and if you happen upon some inspiration, grab your pen and join the discussion.
I'm currently working on…
Too much TV
Here’s what I think my problem is:
One of the keys to writing is translating the mental image into words. We imagine scenes, voices, characterizations, and we take all of it and put it into words that are evocative and, hopefully, describe everything in a way that measures up against actually seeing it with one’s eyes. The ideal is that we describe it better than one would see it, because we can give more insight into a character than you can get into the guy walking down the street. For a moment, we can make the reader a god.
But I haven’t been living in a world of words for some time.
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