I don't know many things about my father. We are eating dinner--my son, my father, my father's wife, and I. "So, Dad," I say. He looks up at me. We sit across from one another. "I have a question for you." "Okay," he says and eats a meatball. I say it quickly as if I've …
Girl Goes Fishing! Now that’s news.
When I was little, I liked to fish and climb trees while wearing a pretty dress. I played with my barbies and my dad's tools. In grade school, I played with the boys after school and had crushes on most all of them. When you look at books, what tells you it is a girl …
one of those moments
I know that this book The World House isn't my book, but just seeing this kind of gave me pause. Hey, my novel The Labyrinth House isn't even published, so take that! guy with a cool cover and an agent and... oh, jeez.
You decide.
If you happen to like my art, I'm going to be selling some work for any price. And if that sounds like something you'd like to know more about, go to Words Are Art.
Come on in. The water’s not so fine.
My fictional town is called Lake Belle. Most of my stories so far take place there. Even though the lake may not be present much in the story, the water is nearby. Perhaps I should try to write a story in a desert but the characters would probably all long for water. So my next …
Getting Out
The day my mother left Florida I waited until after she was gone to call. I was 13 and it was a school day. September I think. I used the pay phone in back of the library. The phone at her boyfriend's house rang. I let it ring 20 times, started to hang up, and …
Condemned.
I can't say what I expected when we came around the corner, but my expectation must've contained the idea of life. Life being noted with lights in the windows, a car in the drive, and food in the kitchen. What is life when there are no people to see? You know it when you see …
out of town and out of her mind
I'm going to visit family and I can feel the pain of being disconnected. At least I'm taking my binder with me. Will write no matter what! But before I go, a big thanks to 7 Impossible Things for featuring my art. Means a great to me. Jules features so much amazing art, I feel …
New year. Old debate.
The New Year begins. I spend every New Year's Eve writing and drinking sparkling wine. What about you? Supposedly I'm not superstitious, but I insist on my pen moving into the new year as if this will make a difference. What am I writing? Popular fiction or literary fiction? Serious fiction or fluff? I'm a …
If you’re supposed to think out of the box, then why do you love The Container Store?
Well, I love The Container Store even as I note how absurd most of it is. I like any office supply store, too. Bookstores. Anything with paper and other square things. But I'm wandering down the wrong aisle, because I read about these white boxes at art fairs where artists sell their stuff. I happen …
Marta Bacon 