Excerpt from “Death of a Sad Face,” a Serafina short mystery Note: "Death of a Sad Face" is free at Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. Late Wednesday evening, October 28, 1868 Teo slammed the pillow over his ears and tried not to think about his brother or about his parents. If his head were formed like the others at school, he wouldn’t have to leave, but there was nothing he could do about it, Falco had told him that. “When you’re older, if you’re lucky, your nose and lips will pop … [Read more...] about A Wall Eye and a Flat Face
Archives for March 2014
Snow again, although Mr Blue doesn't mind. It's cold, messy, disconcerting. Warm inside, though. Time to write. … [Read more...] about What Happened to Spring?
Have you ever wondered where novels come from? Sometimes their beginnings are as dim and remote as rivers. That's my little lead-in to Laurel Osterkamp, award-winning author of four full-length novels and two novellas, among them The Holdout, a marvelous coming of age novel involving reality TV and—of all things—romance while on jury duty. In this guest post, Laurel gives us a sneak peek into the beginnings of The Holdout. So, Welcome, Laurel! I really wanted jury duty. For one, I would … [Read more...] about Guest Post: True Confessions of a Real-Life Juror
Reading the Four Quartets is like reading Proust on an empty stomach, but even so, I love the poem. Yesterday I listened to the voice of Audrey Niffeneger in between the lines of The Time Traveler’s Wife, and was reminded of Eliot and Proust, especially when I read her phrase, “the duplicity of the Now.” Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. " (Four Quartets, “Burnt Norton,” T.S. Eliot) Time is fleeting even as it is … [Read more...] about The Slippery Nature of Time
For me there is a fine line between imagination and the paranormal. Take characters, for instance, those charming, evil, morose, lovable, laughable, maddening beings more real than the person sitting next to me on the bus. They are the charmers who continue breathing and sparring with one another long after I’ve closed the book or left the computer screen. My mind is filled with them. They are as close to me as family. Their blood runs in my veins. Or consider the way story engages the brain, … [Read more...] about Imagination and the Paranormal