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Why Pickles, and also, Why Blog at All?
I can hear you asking. I can hear the incredulity whirring behind your crinkled eyebrows. Why, exactly, would someone restart a blog? A blog? A web-log? You say. Seems a […] Continue Reading →
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The Doldrums
I’ve spent the past several months querying a novel. Everyone describes the querying process as brutal. Everyone is correct. You work hard on a book. You research, write, polish, revise, […] Continue Reading →
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They Knew.
I shotgunned Original Sin by Jake Tapper and Alex Thompson when it came out yesterday. I’m not sure why. I wanted some closure maybe. I wanted someone to blame. I […] Continue Reading →
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Love Màs
I sent a photo of this sign to my wife. It made me laugh. Yet, the longer I thought about it, the more it felt wrong. Everything it claims is […] Continue Reading →
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Practicing the Gentle Art of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu
For the past several months I have been attending a white belt beginner class in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I am not entirely sure why I started. I was bored at […] Continue Reading →
I’m Joshua Rigsby
I like to write about writing, parenting, 19th century tea clipper races, and pickles. Read on.
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Why Pickles, & also Why Blog at All?
A fair question. I’m not really sure the answer. I like the backhanded tautology of it. A pickled cucumber is just a pickle. Not that deep. Just mildly funny. I’m not sure what to tell you.
Joshua Rigsby
Joshua Rigsby runs a bookstore in a small town. He has written for Thrillist, The Los Angeles Review of Books, Southern California Public Radio, and the Atlantic.
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