This patient is under the impression that she is the physician here at The Asylum. She’s delusional, insufferable and just a plain old pain in the ass most days. To find out more about her and her ‘treatment’ plans, check out the ‘About Me’ and ‘Creative Coaching’ pages.
Ien Nivens here. I review books, music and live performances at http://www.berkshirefinearts.com and contribute reviews of fiction and the occasional opinion piece here at the Asylum and at http://bestdamncreativewritingblog.com. I work as a freelance editor at http://literacracy.com/ien.
I believe fervently in the care and feeding of the inventive spirit. It looks from here as if the novelist’s way forward is paved in pixels, not paper. That road passes through some interesting towns. I’d like you to join me on a journery of exploration as I seek to educate myself about apps and how to make them—especially ones that I think writers and publishers of e-fiction will find particularly useful and exciting. I’m planning that trip from my own blog, but when I come across a point of interest I think you should know about, I’ll address a postcard to the Asylum.
You might not know me, do you? My name is Vanessa Cavendish. I own and operate what started out as a nursery turned minor tourist attraction out south of Keening, Oklahoma, where I built my house and most of my outbuildings out of cob and straw bale and whatever else I had on hand. Now folks show up sometimes by the busload, and as flusterated as that makes me, I don’t have the heart to turn them away. Makes trying to get anything written a royal pain in the ass. I have to remind myself that everything else I do is to keep me supplied with ink and ambition.The Asylum is my home away from home. I love coming in for a tune-up.
At my own blog I turn up the soil of my personal history, plant little seeds of imagination in the furrows and call it fiction. If you begin with the category called Earthworm Soup and work your way through, by the time I’m done, you’ll have an entire novel of a genre I call American Gothic. After that, I might take it down and make a book out of it, but for the time being you can have at it.
One thing else. I keep a ten gauge close to hand. I shoot from the hip and I write the way a certain blind friend of mine plays piano, partly by ear and the rest by heart. So don’t even think about correcting my grammar.