Dikkon Eberhart

I didn’t know why I wrote the novel Paradise until I had gained what I did gain on its last day of writing. Then I knew. My long...

Maine! That crinkled shoreline. Suppose you are a seagull. You decide to fly from the southern end of Maine’s coastline where it meets...

Want a good writerly side job? You’re going to eat anyway. You’re going to write anyway. Get paid to do both! In the early 1990s, my...