Danger: Man Working: Writing from the Heart, the Gut, and the Poison Ivy Patch

^ Read * Danger: Man Working: Writing from the Heart, the Gut, and the Poison Ivy Patch by Michael Perry Ð eBook or Kindle ePUB. Danger: Man Working: Writing from the Heart, the Gut, and the Poison Ivy Patch And so I read everything I could about freelancing, and started shoveling.  The pieces gathered within this book draw on fifteen years of what Michael Perry calls shovel time—a writer going to work as the work is offered. Every day. Poetry was my first love, my gateway drug—still the poets are my favorites—but I quickly realized I lacked the chops or insights to survive on verse alone. But I wanted to write. The range of subjects is wide, from musky fishing, puking,

Author	:	Michael Perry
Rating	:	4.39 (643 Votes)
Asin	:	0870208403
Format Type	:	paperback
Number of Pages	:	256 Pages
Publish Date	:	2013-09-05
Language	:	English

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He can be found online at sneezingcow.. His live humor recordings include Never Stand Behind a Sneezing Cow and The Clodhopper Monologues. He lives in rural Wisconsin with his wife and daughters and is privileged to serve as a first responder with the local fire department. Michael Perry is a newspaper columnist and the author of numerous books including Population: 485 and Society Press’s Roughneck

He can be found online at sneezingcow.. His live humor recordings include Never Stand Behind a Sneezing Cow and The Clodhopper Monologues. About the AuthorMichael Perry is a newspaper columnist and the author of numerous books including Population: 485 and Society Press’s Roughneck Grace and From the Top, as well as the New York Times bestseller Visiting Tom. He lives in rural Wisconsin with his wife and daughters and is privileged to serve as a first responder with the local fire department

And so I read everything I could about freelancing, and started shoveling."  The pieces gathered within this book draw on fifteen years of what Michael Perry calls "shovel time"—a writer going to work as the work is offered. Every day. Poetry was my first love, my gateway drug—still the poets are my favorites—but I quickly realized I lacked the chops or insights to survive on verse alone. But I wanted to write. The range of subjects is wide, from musky fishing, puking, and mountain-climbing Iraq War veterans to the frozen head of Ted Williams. The fact that I cast my life’s work as slung manure simply proves that I recognize an apt metaphor when I accidentally stick it with a pitchfork. Mine is predicated on formative years spent cleaning my father’s calf pens: Just keep shoveling until you’ve got a pile so big, someone has to notice. "Every writer has advice for aspiring writers. Some