Will
@willmcmillan.bsky.social
Stereo Jungle Child
See some of my writing in Craft, Hippocampus, Bending Genres, Cheap Pop, etc…
See a lot more at willjmcmillan.com
Best American Essay notable, Pushcart nominated, Best Fictions winner. All that stuff.
See some of my writing in Craft, Hippocampus, Bending Genres, Cheap Pop, etc…
See a lot more at willjmcmillan.com
Best American Essay notable, Pushcart nominated, Best Fictions winner. All that stuff.
An essay I wrote found a wonderful home @electriclit.bsky.social
In this latest personal narrative, Will McMillan (@willmcmillan.bsky.social) strives to use the same telekinesis his brother has.
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March 20, 2025 at 5:27 PM
An essay I wrote found a wonderful home @electriclit.bsky.social
I think this is one of the best essays I’ve written. So thrilled SugarSugarSalt lit gave it a second life today.
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One Day, Disaster by Will McMillan
Likely, the finch built its nest in the sprawling depths of a hemlock. Or spruce. Both are overly abundant in Oregon. Probably, the bird’s day began long before sunrise, scouring nearby shrubs and …
sugarsugarsalt.org
November 17, 2024 at 9:21 PM
I think this is one of the best essays I’ve written. So thrilled SugarSugarSalt lit gave it a second life today.
sugarsugarsalt.org/2024/11/17/o...
sugarsugarsalt.org/2024/11/17/o...
6 years ago this week. My interview about being and then suddenly not being a Jehovah’s Witness, with Neil Drumming from This American Life.
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September 2, 2023 at 6:49 PM
6 years ago this week. My interview about being and then suddenly not being a Jehovah’s Witness, with Neil Drumming from This American Life.
www.thisamericanlife.org/624/private-...
www.thisamericanlife.org/624/private-...
Hey! Hi! I’m gonna dive into the Bluesky pool with a link to my latest essay published this week in Craft Literary! Hi!
How We Carry the Weight of It by Will McMillan - CRAFT
We arrive in the raspberry fields when it’s dark. It’s dark when we pile out of our secondhand pickup. My father, my mother. My brother and me. It’s dark when we start walking the rutted, soppin...
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August 20, 2023 at 2:45 AM
Hey! Hi! I’m gonna dive into the Bluesky pool with a link to my latest essay published this week in Craft Literary! Hi!