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Notebook dump!

Posted by on Mar 27, 2010 in Conway Sax, Writing | 3 comments

They begin in my walnut-sized brain, progress to my Blackberry, find a home here on the blog, and – if they’re lucky – eventually find their way into a book. Here they are, in no order and with as little cleanup or explanation as possible: Tactile: the crown’s tiny ratchet when you wind an automatic watch (love scene?). Fellowship...

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The thick of it

Posted by on Feb 14, 2010 in Writing | 1 comment

A few evenings ago, near the outset of a new writers’ group I’m part of, I took my turn to deliver a one-minute report on what I was working on and how it was going. When I finished, the woman who was next in line blinked and said, “Well … it’s hard to follow a happy writer.” Happy indeed, because the work in progress...

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74,978 (Part 2)

Posted by on Jan 2, 2010 in Conway Sax, Writing | 5 comments

Where was I? Ah yes, the ultrapredictable year-in-review post, a staple of lazy journalism. Consider yourself fortunate I don’t bookend it with the equally tiresome 2010 Predictions piece or, worse, Resolutions. In Part 1 I accounted for 36,225 words of my 2009 output; that’s what I wrote to finish Purgatory Chasm, the third Conway Sax book....

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74,978 (Part 1)

Posted by on Dec 31, 2009 in Conway Sax, Writing | 1 comment

Hey, you know those insipid “by the numbers” pieces newspapers and magazines do at the end of the year (not to mention decade)? This is one of them! (Inside former-journo scoop, although you probably figured this out long ago: the reason periodicals love end-of-year wrapups is that you can prepare them well in advance, then get the hell out of...

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Notebook dump!

Posted by on Nov 20, 2009 in Writing | 4 comments

Hey, haven’t done one of these for awhile. Here are the names, phrases, ideas (such as they are) and ephemera that have been piling up in my Blackberry: Name: Professor Graymeat (Dickensian!) Holed-up heist gang sends 1 guy to supermarket. He comes back with 48 chicken pot pies ’cause they were 3 for a buck. They eat nothing but chicken pot...

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