I fear that my first, and only, published poem debuted in such an obscure literary volume that I am robbing dozens of the opportunity to experience it. I therefore provide this link. Enjoy "Orange," a guaranteed tonic for word scurvy. I await my MacArthur Fellowship Genius Grant.
"Orange" - A Poem to be Celebrated
I fear that my first, and only, published poem debuted in such an obscure literary volume that I am robbing dozens of the opportunity to experience it. I therefore provide this link. Enjoy "Orange," a guaranteed tonic for word scurvy. I await my MacArthur Fellowship Genius Grant.
Three Great Books...
Buy these three great works of fiction from my talented fellow graduates of the Creative Writing Program at Goddard College, Vermont. You'll be glad you did.Name the Boy (Dan River Press, 2007) is a collection of stories about fathers and sons written in the vein of Hemingway if he had been raised on a lobster boat in New England. The author is Shawn Kerivan, the enigmatic college professor and Stowe innkeeper.
If you enjoy Shawn's book, you may thank him by forwarding a bottle of Irish whiskey direct to the Auberge de Stowe, c/o the author.
Matthew Quick's debut novel, The Silver Linings Playbook (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008), is a brilliantly paced and deftly gentle black comedy about Pat Peoples' struggle to avoid facing the dark, terrifying repressed memories of a terrible event that sent him spiraling into madness. Matt''s book is currently under option with The Weinstein Company and has been adapted for a feature film by writer/director David O. Russell (Three Kings, I Heart Huckabees).
And Kiara Brinkman's debut novel, Up High In the Trees (Grove Press, 2008), is a beautifully written, first-person story told by a boy with Asperger's Syndrome.
Apparently, I need a blog...
Greetings people in pajamas. This is my first posting in the blogosphere, a world wherein proper names -- indeed no word at all -- need be capitalized. I will contribute to this web address (chrismillis.com) all information relevant to my writing and drawing.
I had owned chrismillis.com for many years and done little with it. In 2006, I let the domain lapse and thought little of it. Then, suddenly, I was struck with an irrational paranoia. I feared that some other Chris Millis (and I know of several) would snatch it away, and with it, a piece of my soul. I was pleased to learn today that it was still available. I have repurchased it for the princely sum of $10.
My concern no doubt stems from my knowledge that of the several other Chris Millis's I am aware of -- all are involved in the arts, i.e., writers, painters, performers, etc. My doppelganger in Boston, for example, is an arts professor at Boston University, poet, journalist, playwright and performer. A while back we exchanged emails -- "Hey Chris Millis, Chris Millis here...etc, etc." He told me he had been recently introduced at a reading as the author of my first novel, Small Apartments, among other of my modest accomplishments. And, once upon a time, I had in fact been tracked down through my cartoon syndicate by a friend of his through their association with the writer's retreat Yaddo, located in my hometown.
So, you see, my paranoia was rooted in more than fantasy and anecdote.
But now, as a result of this afternoon's $10 reinvestment in my career identity, there can be no dispute: I am the one, true Chris Millis. All others will now and forever be relegated to chris-millis.com, or chrismillisonline.com or the extraordinarily unsatisfying suffixes .net, .org and worse. I know this because I checked the box marked "auto-payment."
So in conclusion and by way of introduction, people in pajamas, this is my blog. The official location on the Internet for the official Chris Millis. Cheers.
I had owned chrismillis.com for many years and done little with it. In 2006, I let the domain lapse and thought little of it. Then, suddenly, I was struck with an irrational paranoia. I feared that some other Chris Millis (and I know of several) would snatch it away, and with it, a piece of my soul. I was pleased to learn today that it was still available. I have repurchased it for the princely sum of $10.
My concern no doubt stems from my knowledge that of the several other Chris Millis's I am aware of -- all are involved in the arts, i.e., writers, painters, performers, etc. My doppelganger in Boston, for example, is an arts professor at Boston University, poet, journalist, playwright and performer. A while back we exchanged emails -- "Hey Chris Millis, Chris Millis here...etc, etc." He told me he had been recently introduced at a reading as the author of my first novel, Small Apartments, among other of my modest accomplishments. And, once upon a time, I had in fact been tracked down through my cartoon syndicate by a friend of his through their association with the writer's retreat Yaddo, located in my hometown.
So, you see, my paranoia was rooted in more than fantasy and anecdote.
But now, as a result of this afternoon's $10 reinvestment in my career identity, there can be no dispute: I am the one, true Chris Millis. All others will now and forever be relegated to chris-millis.com, or chrismillisonline.com or the extraordinarily unsatisfying suffixes .net, .org and worse. I know this because I checked the box marked "auto-payment."
So in conclusion and by way of introduction, people in pajamas, this is my blog. The official location on the Internet for the official Chris Millis. Cheers.
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