The Shaman of Community: An Interview with Clifford Garstang by Curtis Smith
I do think it’s important for writers to help other writers. In no way is writing or publishing a zero-sum game or a competition.
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Where Are We Going, Where Have We Been? An Interview with Stephanie Reents by Curtis Smith
“Seeing the evolution of Blood Meridian just reminds me of the value of the process: which involves drafting and revising, tinkering and experimenting, and for most writers, and certainly me, an unhurried attitude towards creative work.”
A Patchwork of Bobbie Ann Mason: An Interview with Curtis Smith
Genuine flash must be hard as diamonds, warm as poetry.
The Theory of Salvatore Pane: An Interview with Curt Smith
I found myself drawn to the idea of taking these big, comic book concepts and applying them to a quiet story about loss and the poison of nostalgia.
Running Wild: An Interview with Lisa Diane Kastner by Curt Smith
The world has so many great stories, and to limit the tales based on what readers may want, instead of offering them fresh slices of life through story, is a huge mistake.
The Hunt: An Interview with Robert Scotellaro (by Curtis Smith)
What was most exhilarating for me, editing this book, was “the hunt,” discovering a new author or story that took me to a fresh place.
Word to Word: An Interview with Meg Pokrass by Curtis Smith
I try to write something new at least 3 to 5 times a week, and I tell myself that it doesn’t have to be good.
Review: Lovepain by Curtis Smith (reviewed by Sandy Wilbur)
Lovepain is a short, easily digestible, novel, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t sophisticated or complex.
Failing Better: An Interview with John McNally by Curtis Smith
Everything I write is part of a life-long continuum of work that informs each other, and if I look at something I’m working now, I’ll see its origin in something I was thinking about maybe twenty or thirty years ago.
I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times: An Interview with Marc Schuster by Curtis Smith
Listening to the Beach Boys can be like sneaking a peak into a mythological, idealized version of America that probably never existed
