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Jason Gurley

Hi, I'm Jason.

I've written a few books, such as Awake in the World and Eleanor. I also write a newsletter, Letters from Hill House, about life and work. I live on a hill in Scappoose, Oregon, where I design software and write fiction. I'm a husband and a dad, a semi-competent drummer, a compulsive pencil collector, and a big fan of three-hour-long mid-afternoon naps.

What I'm working on

Presently I'm working on two novels. One of these, The Dark Age, is an adaptation and expansion of a short story I wrote several years ago. As the novel develops, I'm sharing my experiences writing it in my newsletter.

What I'm reading
  • Billion Dollar Loser: The Epic Rise and Spectacular Fall of Adam Neumann and WeWork, Reeves Wiedeman

(See my full reading list.)

Recent Posts

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Small town

A few years back, when Squish was itty-bitty, she and Felicia built a fort together. From the outside, I could hear their conversation. Squish told Felicia about a town she'd recently visited. "What was it called?" Felicia asked her. "Small," Squish answered. "It was a town called Small?" "Yes, that's

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Quote wall: Raymond Chandler

On the bulletin board above my desk, I keep a handful of quotes that have taught me something, or that I hope to learn from. Here's one: Two very simple rules, a: you don’t have to write. b: you can’t do anything else. —Raymond Chandler, in a 1949

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Quote wall: Note to self

On the bulletin board above my desk, I keep a handful of quotes that have taught me something, or that I hope to learn from. Here's one: No one will care about this work as much as you, therefore you will have to do it yourself. (A reminder not to

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Love or fear

Last week I listened to an episode of Off Camera, in which Sam Jones interviewed Rashida Jones about her life and career. At one point, asked how she made some career choices, Jones said her father, legendary music producer Quincy Jones, had always taught her to make decisions based on

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Kolaches!

I can't remember the first kolache I ever had. (Kolaches are a pastry, usually fruit surrounded by sweet dough. In Texas, where I would've first encountered them, however, they'd evolved, or been mutilated, into bundles of meat and cheese and sometimes eggs inside a pocket of sweet dough.) Around 1992,