The art festival begins at 10 am Saturday morning. All day I've been running around trying to be someone who knows what she is doing and driving a truck that used to be owned by a drug dealer. (That's a story for another day.) I have taken moments to check comments here (thank you cell …
I don’t like you & I’m not going to share.
I read two short stories today. My intention was to take a few days to read these stories (in the same magazine but by different authors), but the stories pulled me in and I had to read them to the end. They must be good stories if I wanted to find out what happened. But …
You mean there’s more?
You might have read the first chapters of Drowning Karma. You might have liked them. If you are so inclined, I've posted the rest of the story. The novel won't be there forever, but you're welcome to it. I want to say that the story is a bit... a bit... hmmm... I'll keep it to …
You’re a lousy writer!
You might have noticed I like Doctor Who and Torchwood, both brought to the world by Russell T. Davies. I have Davies' book A Writer's Tale, which I loved reading. I'd invite Davies to dinner any day. I've also read these words online to describe Davies' writing: hack, schmaltzy, shit writer, lousy writing, and sexist …
Connect the Characters
If I hadn't agreed to go to a party in Haskovo, Bulgaria in 1994, I might not be married today. For that matter, if I hadn't decided to go to Indiana State University instead of Bowling Green, I might not be married today. My husband might be married to someone else. There is a scene …
Do you hunger for reality?
Writers, go read this interview with David Shields about his book Reality Hunger: A Manifesto and let me know what you think. If you prefer, watch his interview with Stephen Colbert. Has the novel died on you?
I Could Go Anytime
Just wanted a favorite song today. Life is unpredictable. Go write. Anytime lyrics I see a dog upon the road Running hard to catch a cat My car is pulling to a halt The truck behind me doesn't know Everything is in the balance Of a moment I can't control And your sympathetic strings Are …
My Purpose
Her hand clenches and unclenches near her chest. She pulls hair back behind her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Marta. I can not take the test." My bag is heavy. My hands are full. "Oh? Okay." "I'm sorry. You know, yes? I've got an appointment. It is my back." She frowns. "Test is Wednesday, yes?" It is …
The Deal for Art. The Art of the Deal.
In spite of everything a writer, an artist, has to eat. Okay, no one here is going hungry. Well, when I go hungry it is because I refuse to stop working to get food. Coffee takes enough time as it is. But ink needs to be bought, paper, pens, pencils, X-Acto blades, glue, postage, envelopes, …
an unmappable country
Have you ever heard a child cry for its mother? Today I heard a 15 year old girl cry for hers. But her mother is dead. The service is in Korean. I understand not a word but understood anyway. That's child's crying digs right into my heart. And I learn the Korean word for mommy. …
Marta Bacon 