Rebecca S. Krantz

I’ve spent the last eleven days doing a writing “retreat” at the house I used to live in, which has been vacant this month. I put “retreat” in quotes for a number of reasons. One of our newer friends at our cohousing community likes to tease me and Don about how much time we spend […]

I recently heard the term “extinction burst” for the first time. I found it so evocative. The context was someone telling me how she’s planning to cut back her hours at one of her jobs next year, but she ended up with more work there than ever in the short run because a colleague got

Less than a week after the election, I was sitting at my computer, logging into a website, when there was a sudden “POP.”  Instantly, my laptop and the external screen I had plugged into it went black. A few seconds later I noticed a strange smell, like fried onion rings that got too crisp. Attempts

I’ve been thinking a lot about creativity lately. As I try to find an agent for my novel (so far some nibbles but no bites) and find new homes for my ceramic sculptures (giving them away to democratic canvassers and GOTV postcard writers seems to work pretty well), I’ve been reflecting on my identity as

I’ve been actively querying literary agents since March. In the publishing industry this is commonly referred to as being “in the querying trenches.” I don’t love a war metaphor, so here’s a few others – a roller coaster, a gauntlet, a steep learning curve…   There’s a lot of information easily available, and from YouTube