Author Archives: Susan

EDGAR AND I: We bond

Whether it’s just Sunday mornings in general or whether it’s his influence, it appears that I’m definitely in an EAP mood today. Continue reading

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WRITING: Voice and Tone

“Shall I dance for you?” I asked her, “My ballerina dance?” (The one that always cracked her up.) I heard no answer from the bed. I couldn’t even hear her breathing. My mother; the reason I was here. Wanting to … Continue reading Continue reading

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Reality: Reflections

I remember as a child, looking out my bedroom window across the river valley to the horizon and seeing the crucifix–a sure sign from Jesus meant just for me because my sister couldn’t see it. Every now and then I’d … Continue reading Continue reading

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WRITING: Commitment

Some parts of writing are hard; some are easy. Some get lost in the effort. On rereading “Jacob and Matilde”, it’s easy to see where I failed. Plot and timeline must be clarified–I, who am anal about precision have left … Continue reading Continue reading

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STORY: Jacob and Matilde

So that’s the way it’s going to be, Jacob thought. The argument he’d had that evening with Matilde somehow made him believe that no matter what she’d said to him, she wouldn’t be sneaking out any more, at least not … Continue reading Continue reading

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REALITY: Blogging

A word of thanks is due to Mr. E., who has encouraged writers to write, and introduced me to blogging. This most likely will dramatically reduce his daily e-mail. Continue reading

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ON WRITING: Rejection

Who among us has not been told, “I’d like to see it at about 80,000 words; about half of what you have.” What does this mean? Shall I rip out every other page and resubmit? This is the author’s frustration. … Continue reading Continue reading

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EDGAR AND I

Focus, focus I tell myself. My husband comes into the computer room and stands behind me for a few seconds. “What’s that?” he says. I quickly scan the screen to see what he might be referring to. “What?” I ask. … Continue reading Continue reading

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WRITING: Beginnings

Yet another easy-to-do Opening Line At fifty-five my best friend cuts and dyes her hair, buys a red sports car, and starts calling herself “Marty” (from “Martha”, for which I really can’t blame her). I’ve streaked my hair with blonde … Continue reading Continue reading

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WRITING: Characterization

An Exercise in Characterization through Action and Memes: It would seem odd to many people that I’d murdered Jack simply because in computer Solitaire he clicks up through the kings to win. I’ve told him a million times that if … Continue reading Continue reading

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STORY: FEW

A Thought on “Few” This story is coming together, although it never is until it’s written down. My thought is an adult “Puff the Magic Dragon” on a surreal plane. Continue reading

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EDGAR AND I: The Beginning

(Note: In support of the Edgar Allen Poe Museum and Mystery Writers of America, I purchased a brick and a 10″replica of EAP.) I don’t understand. The Edgar doll was supposed to inspire me to write. Sitting atop the computer … Continue reading Continue reading

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STORY: FEW

Few NOTE: This piece is a study in surrealism and personfication, and will be posted in installments. It started from a simple paragraph, but has bothered me enough to build a progressive plot . I am posting just the opening … Continue reading Continue reading

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STORY: THE MAN WHO DISAPPEARED

AN ATTEMPT AT MINIMALISM I’m not saying that it could ever be considered as okay, but if the body disappeared—literally in front of my eyes within seconds of my shooting him—along with the gun, am I still guilty of murder? … Continue reading Continue reading

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