• March 28 at the Three Mugs Brewery, Hillsboro

    March 28 at the Three Mugs Brewery, Hillsboro

    We’ll be at the Three Mugs Brewery in Hillsboro on March 28 in the evening. You can expect four or five local authors reading, a delightful selection of beer, and Momos is happy to bring you some Hawaiian food to complement the evening. This is a nice event and we thoroughly enjoyed our selves last year. There was a rich variety of books–fisherman poetry from the Oregon coast (never heard of that, but wow), gonzo fiction (adults only, please), and a nice selection of fiction. Come early. Last year, the place was packed. Or head back to this site as we get closer to the date to get the exact names and times of people participating. Local author April Aasheim is hosting the event this year. April is on a number of best seller lists on Amazon and we’re thrilled to have her there. Read more…

  • Are we done with print?

    Are we done with print?

    I had a great time in college. Not in the sense that you might imagine. I didn’t drink. I didn’t party. And I never inhaled. Truth be told, I never put a fatty, as tokes were called in those days, to my lips. My wife Nancy says I spent a lot of time in church. Fact is, I read a lot of books and enjoyed learning. I know, I know, Gregg’s a square peg in an even squarer hole. I guess that’s true. But given the chance to do things over again, I doubt I’d do it any differently. For instance, I lived most of my first year as a music major at Lebanon Valley College in Annville, Pennsylvania. I spent a second year of undergraduate study in philosophy and religion. At Drexel University for years three and four, I majored in social psychology. If I had a minor, it was focusing on future studies, with the amazing Art Shostak. The upshot at my age is a liberal arts-educated bald old guy who’s generally up-to-date. Take the issue of books, for instance. You probably didn’t know there was an issue, right? I’ve got maybe 75 boxes of paper-based books sitting on shelves in my home. There were more, before I started getting rid of them. They make up what’s left of a professional library. Twenty-four years a Protestant pastor and easily another six years ramping up to that adds up to someone who used to buy books like an addict buys drugs or alcohol. And you know, people aren’t reading the same anymore. I still spend hundreds of dollars a year on books, but they’re mostly e-books, and they live on my Kindle. There’s the rub. I think people are into video nowadays, even if the computer, tablet or e-book reader is only showing them scribbled words. “There are no pictures in this,” a work friend recently complained when I handed him a copy of East Jesus, Nevada, my first novel. “Really?” I wanted to say. Jesus. So listen, it’s time to wake up, here on The Writers Edge. It’s time to hear the sirens and warning bells, and pay attention to the blinking lights. There are no cuneiform tablets anymore. We’ve learned to spell out our words instead of pressing sharp sticks into clay to make pictures. And nobody uses papyrus rolls, even the Egyptians. Read more…