by Jack Remick | Mar 2, 2014 | Accolades for the Author, Gabriela and The Widow, Jack Remick, Music of Writing, New Fiction, poetics of prose
I received this today from the Eric Hoffer Award panel: Dear Author/Publisher: Congratulations. As part of the Eric Hoffer Award, your book (Gabriela and The Widow, my emphasis) was nominated for the Montaigne Medal. Your book is still on track for a category prize,...
by Jack Remick | Jul 1, 2012 | Music of Writing, poetics of prose, Writing Craft, Writing Techniques
The Jack Straw 50th Seattle, June 15th, 2012 7:00 AM A man turns a clarinet into a horn, a flute, a piccolo. He plays a Suite for Parts of the Clarinet. It is unlike anything I’ve heard before. I ask him if he invented this. “No,” he says. He takes no credit for...
by Jack Remick | Dec 13, 2010 | Accolades for the Author, Music of Writing, Writing Craft
This is the promo Dan Oles created and posted on...
by Jack Remick | Nov 3, 2010 | Music of Writing, poetics of prose, Writing Craft, Writing Techniques
Note: For the NaNoWriMo writers who find your way here, Bob Ray has posted a “Tips for Surviving NaNoWriMo” on Bob and Jack’s Writing Blog. Check it out.I get this question a lot when readers tear into one of my books. Blood, you can see, is built on...
by Jack Remick | Oct 19, 2010 | Music of Writing, Seattle's Literary Community, Writing Craft, Writing Techniques, Writing Theory
Okay. A couple of readers want to know what a plot track is and how it works. You can run a plot track on an object, a symbol, a character, an action. In the examples below, all from Blood, I run the plot track on knife with several transforms. I remembered the feel...
by Jack Remick | Oct 14, 2010 | Music of Writing, poetics of prose, Seattle's Literary Community, Writing Craft, Writing Techniques, Writing Theory
I first thought about the problem of memory and how we know what words mean a few years ago. In Blood, I decided to make memory a central plot track. So, as Mitch writes his story, The Patron Saint of Blood, he finds that his memory of past events fades. It turns out...
