Steven Bryan Bieler
What I Write
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
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My Write-a-thon Goals
Speaking as a middle-aged white male, it’s time for me to represent. I plan to spend the weeks of the Clarion Write-a-thon objectifying females and marginalizing voices that aren’t mine. (This offer is not available in blue states or on any plane of the ecliptic that includes my wife.) By the beginning of August I will finish the first draft of my novel. Will it be any good? To quote Han Solo, “Get in there you big furry oaf. I don’t care what you smell!” BONUS: I will lose 1 pound a week while writing, which will be easy to do since I’ll be doing so much worrying. I will only eat carrots and pencils. BONUS 2: I will post daily about my ordeal on my writing blog, stevebieler.com, even on the days when my family is scheduled to Occupy Portland and on my birthday, which I usually spend atoning for the choices I’ve made. BONUS 3: If you sponsor me, at the end of the Write-a-thon I will mail you a thank-you note I typed on a typewriter. If you can’t bring yourself to sponsor me because of all the objectifying and marginalizing, please sponsor Jules Verne, who has also signed up for the write-a-thon. I’ve read that boy’s stuff and he needs all the help he can get.