Feedback on your writing?

Looking for fast, honest and professional feedback on your writing: a book, short story, poem, essay, web content, résumé, bio, etc.? If so, let me know. I sent the latest draft of my tunnel-survivors book to the publisher, and school does not start for another month, so I may take on select editing projects to make some extra money.

If you’re interested, please email me the details (what type of work you want feedback on, its length, what you’re looking for editing-wise, your deadline, etc.) and I’ll respond promptly. Gracias!

Job update

And just like that—finger snap!—my two-year contract at Escuela Americana in San Salvador has been fulfilled. Indeed, the time blurred by, in part because I was so busy. Last school year, I had three “preps” (different classes) and I taught five total classes, while also sponsoring EA’s arts magazine. I worked, on average, about 50 hours a week.

In short, the job was challenging and an incredible learning experience, but not sustainable for me.

I will, however, be returning to Escuela Americana in a slightly different capacity. I’ll be teaching two classes and tutoring in the writing center for two or three “blocks,” for a total of 35 hours a week. Hopefully, this will allow me more free time to enjoy beautiful El Salvador, to write, study Spanish, etc.

It’s a one-year contract, so we shall see how it goes. But I’m incredibly excited about the upcoming school year and all of the other prospects and experiences that, no doubt, await. As always, I’ll keep you updated.

Con amor …

The latest issue of Interim

Eight or nine months ago, I posted an excerpt of a poem I was working on—a processing of sorts of my move from Las Vegas to San Salvador—and asked for advice on where I should submit it. The poem was eventually picked up by Interim, an old and respected literary journal based at UNLV, and it’s included in the latest issue. Titled “El Salvador” (or “The Savior”), the poem starts:

The rain broke.

Stars shone like stars.

The same Scorpius

that looked down on me

in the desert?

 

Fixed for millennia.

I migrated, in reverse,

from dawn to dusk.

 

The night—

so black it’s blue—

embraced me with amputated arms. …

 

You can read the rest of the poem, and the latest issue, here:

https://www.interimpoetics.org/

PS- A few of you read various drafts of the poem and provided feedback. Thank you! Also, a special thanks to Interim Editor Claudia Keelan and Assistant Editor Andrew S. Nicholson.

Book update

It took awhile, but I’ve found a home for my book about the people who survived the Las Vegas storm drains.

When I lived in Las Vegas, I wasn’t aware of Central Recovery Press. But my grad-school buddy Dan Hernandez got a job there, and I added CRP to my list of publishers that may be interested in the book project. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d ever contact them; I was confident I could place this book with an agent, or a publisher outside of Vegas. But that proved difficult and tedious, so I reached out to CRP, through Dan, and they were interested in the book. And the more I learned about them—a niche (addiction and recovery) that fits the book, a national distributor, competitive advances, etc.—the more interested I became. Finally, after several weeks of back and forth, I signed the contract.

The hope is that this book, tentatively titled Two Cops and a Cricket: Surviving the Las Vegas Storm Drains, will be published in the next year or so. I also hope that it will raise money and awareness for Shine a Light. (One-fourth of the money I make off the book will go to Shine a Light, and I will encourage CRP to contribute to the program as well).

As always, I will keep you all updated. And thanks again for your support!

A new poem

The Savior

The rain broke.
Stars shone like stars.
The same Scorpius
that looked down on me
in the desert?

Fixed for millennia;
I migrated, in reverse,
from dawn to dusk.

The night embraced me
with amputated arms. …

That’s the beginning of the second draft of a poem I’m working on. I guess the poem is a processing of sorts of my move from Las Vegas to San Salvador. If the next draft turns out well, I may submit it to small and mid-sized literary journals based out West (as they may be interested in the Vegas angle).

If there’s a lit journal you think I should consider, please let me know. (I’m out of the loop on that.) Gracias!

Book update

I finished the third (and perhaps final) draft of the tunnel survivors book. It’s a little more than 80,000 words. It could probably be trimmed a bit more, a few things shifted around, etc., but I’m pretty satisfied with this version.

The options now seem to be to let it sit for a bit and take one more whack at it or to pitch it immediately to agents and publishers. I’m leaning toward pitching it immediately, as I think I’ve done all I can with it (at least for now, without feedback from an editor or agent).

If you have thoughts on this, please share them. Also, if you know an agent or publisher that may be interested in survival stories from the Las Vegas storm drains, which bust myths and paint a larger picture of homelessness in America, let me know. (I may also reach out to some of you individually for advice.)

Thanks in advance!

Salud, El Salvador!

I’m at the airport in San Salvador, preparing to vacation in the States after a year of teaching in Central America. I can’t recall a year in which I’ve learned and been challenged more: a new job, culture, language, lifestyle, relationships. At times, I traveled so far out of my comfort zone I couldn’t remember its coordinates, which, of course, was part of the idea.

Salud, El Salvador, to an amazing primer año! I’m already anticipating the second one!

Vegas, baby!

Yet another Vegas paradox: that you can be so anxious to visit a place you don’t really like that much.