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began writing his sophomore year of undergrad study when, tired of the formal art education then being taught, he abandoned the pursuit in the middle of a compositional drawing class. Major-less and fearful of losing his financial aid, he signed up to seek a degree in English Literature for no other reason than his lengthy history with the language. Coincidentally, this decision not only introduced him to writing but to reading as well. Prior this transition he had read three books. One of which he understood.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ll be one of a great group of writers to read at Leela European Café on April 9th in Denver. I’ve done a few readings in the past, despite the live aspect being something writers don’t often get to experience. I’ve been lucky, I guess. I am perhaps more excited to see and meet these people more than I am to actually read some of my own work. That’s natural. I’m humble by nature. Humble and handsome. The unwritten rule is that writers should read from something either freshly published or contracted for publication. For me, that would be my story collection, Charactered Pieces. But another, perhaps not entirely unwritten rule, is that when crowds and drinks are involved, the best type of material to read is work both funny and short. Charactered Pieces, though it contains elements of each, doesn’t contain any…

I probably don’t do enough promoting other writers here. I don’t know why. Perhaps I fear that any writers I mention will feel obligated to reciprocate kind words, while not necessarily having justification for such. So, for all the writers I mention here, you are free to slander my name without fear of any hostilities on my part. Richard Thomas, throbbing heart heart throb and master of duct tape Though too early really to benefit my good man Richard Thomas as far as direct sales go, it’s never too early to push a friend’s work. In June, Richard’s novel, Transubstantiate, will be the debut novel from Otherworld Publications. They’ve got a good seed with this one; I’ve had the pleasure of reading an early version of the novel. From the official press release: About Transubstantiate: “They say Jimmy made it out.  But the postcards we get, well, they don’t seem...real."…

I read somewhere (or maybe I didn’t; reading is for suckers) that the author/promoter divide is a 70/30 ratio. I’d go further, and flip those numbers, giving the promoter hat a 70% weight. If I’ve learned anything with pushing Charactered Pieces these last few months it’s this: writing is a dirty, dirty game. The dream of churning out books, leaving the advertising and promotion to the publisher, is more a point of Norman Rockwell Nostalgia than a truth. Or at least my experience of it is. Of course, I accept that this may be my own inadequacies speaking, as some authors do get to live the dream. But most do not. Definitely fewer than in years past. Or is that statement also romanticized nostalgia? Over the past few months, since Charactered Pieces’s November 16th, 2009 release, I’ve been guilt-ridden for my relative unproductively. When compared historically, this last quarter or so has been remarkably and dishearteningly word-free. But a sudden realization, perhaps evoked by a recent email conversation with author, Pablo D’Stair, made me realize just how much I have actually done these past months. So, as a way to comfort myself, here’s a list of my recent writing-related accomplishments.

  1. Promotion. I’ve considered it a hindrance to writing all this time, but really I must think of it as network-building, as meeting more people who could very well become important components to my writing. Pablo D’Stair, for instance, we would not have met had it not been for my incessant (re: annoying) promotion.
  2. Tim Hall’s One Damn Thing After Another. I helped bring this fantastic collection to light. Who the hell am I to think of that as time wasted?
  3. Revised chapters of my novel-in-progress. I’m working through revisions on one of my unfinished novels, with the help of some very talented writer friends. Since January, I’ve edited five chapters. Some of the changes have been substantial and could be considered full rewrites. Meaning: I get to credit that as writing time.
  4. Outsider Writers Collective. I’ve unexpectedly taken on a stronger role over at www.OutsiderWriters.org, which included updating the website in January. Hopefully, the redesign makes for a better experience. The traffic numbers seem to show that more people are visiting. That, or SPAMbots.
  5. AWP Blog. In preparation for my April trip to Denver for the AWP (Association of Writers and Writing Projects) Conference, I set up a blog (https://calebjross.com/awpblog/) which consists of writer contributors who will document the conference via Twitter, TwitPic, YouTube, and traditional blog posts. Gathering contributors, setting up panelist interviews, and spreading the word have taken quite a bit of time. Not to mention the…
  6. AWP off-site reading. I organized a reading at Leela’s European Café  in Denver for April 9th, which will feature OW Press authors/contributors and members of The Velvet writing community. You’ll get tired of me talking about this, for sure; I am damn excited. And on this topic, another ellipsis…
  7. New stories for AWP reading. The standard reading usually features an author reading from his/her most recent release. This is fine. Most of the time. But I anticipate drinks and noise being involved, so something short and funny would probably work better (my Holocaust story, “The Camp,” may be funny to some, but it’s probably not a safe bet to count on an audience full of Nazis). So, I have started a couple new pieces. I feel great about them.
  8. Conversation with Pablo D’Stair. I’ve never met anyone more passionate about literature than this guy. He thrives on conversation about words. He isn’t interested in profiting from his writing, nor is he interested in helping others to profit. He is the consummate literary philosopher. Over the last month or so, we’ve had a great back-and-forth via email about Charactered Pieces (and writing in general), that I understand he intends to print as part of a rebirth of his magazine, Predicate. He pulled a lot out of me that had been simmering for a number of years. More on this to come once it is printed.
So, the lesson: I’m not as lazy and fat as I thought.

Mlaz Corbier, well-read crazy man and all-around glorious inbastard, offered to translate my story, "The Camel of Morocco," into Dutch (mainly for a university class, but I like to pretend my work is so captivating that it demands translation). I don't read Dutch, so it is entirely possible that Mlaz may have turned this story into a space operatic porn, and if so, I would be equally as impressed and grateful. And considering Mr. Corbier's reputation, one of wise-crackery, I am actually certain of such. My hat is off to this good man. He took time out of his day to open one of my stories up to an entirely new audience. De Kameel uit Marokko door Caleb J Ross (en vertaald door Mlaz Corbier) Abel luistert. De wind blaast een echo van alleen klinkers door het gruis tot er een steen vanuit het gemankeerde trappenhuis valt en botst en…

Lauren Conrad, of The Hills fame, is reading Craig Clevenger’s The Contortionist’s Handbook. Let me repeat…no, just read that sentence again; this is text, not audio, you lazy bastard. What does this mean to those of us who have long been in the know about Clevenger’s amazing writing? The optimist in me says, “great, maybe good literature will catch on to the reality TV addicted masses.” The pessimist in me, one admittedly self-interested, says, “there goes my dirty little hipster secret.” This forces the question: are some books considered good, simply because they aren’t so widely accepted? Think of the hipster elitist who will parade his love of fifteen obscure films before admitting his having read even one best-seller. The logic is always that the blockbuster shit is crap. For the most part, I would agree (Cormac McCarthy’s The Road is one recent best-seller that I would defend to the…

A couple fellow Cutlies (www.chuckpalahniuk.net members are called Culties, the site is called The Cult; I'm not at risk of drinking tainted Kool-Aid, I promise) very recently started a new online lit mag site called Lobster Cult. It's too early to tell what sort of material will become their foundation, but if my personal knowledge of these guys, Phil Jourdan and Jack Joslin, is an indicator, stories will be transgressive, brutal, dark, with bits of humor tossed in. The "bits of humor" part is where I come in, I think (I hope). Lobster Cult is kind enough to host the first two chapters from my as-yet-unpublished novella AS A MACHINE AND PARTS. This novella marks the deepest I've stepped into the illustrative metafiction world, in which I use the physical structure of the text as a way to tell the story. Take a peek at the first two chapters for…

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