August 19, 2017 at 5:52 pm (Artists and Writers, Family, Filipino Writers, Philippine History, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: American Imperialism, historical fiction, history, Jose Rizal, Literary Magazines, Manila, Saturday, short story, The Philippines
The story of the Americans, the Filipinos, the Spanish, a martyr, and a very famous oil lamp:
Manila, 1898:
As Jose Rizal was lined up before the Spanish firing squad, labeled a renegade and underground solidarity worker, American Commodore George Dewey sailed into Manila Bay.
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August 5, 2017 at 3:16 pm (Places, Traveling, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: art, inspiration, London, museum, restaurants, short story, work-in-progress, writing process
Setting, The Wallace Collection, London:
Fragonard’s “The Swing” Originally, the lady was to have been pushed by a bishop. But this was evidently too much. So, instead, we have an elderly gent sitting on a stone balustrade, in the shadows behind.
Later, self took her notes and added this sentence (while having lunch at Chez Nous, 22 Hanway Street):
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August 3, 2017 at 6:18 pm (Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: short story, writing process
Working Title: Magellan’s Mirror
Opening Sentence, Story # 1:
Her cousin believed that the sinking of the Titanic was part of a Russian plot to eliminate John Jacob Astor and other American imperialists.
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August 3, 2017 at 6:04 pm (Conversations, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: dystopia, fantasy, short story, work-in-progress
Tags: dystopia, fantasy, the future, the Philippines
Engage cornea slips. Again.
“Nature,” Fire Lizard begins, “will vindicate her laws.”
Laws.
New word. What does it mean?
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July 29, 2017 at 4:30 pm (Artists and Writers, Dearest Mum, Family, Flowers, Links, Lists, Places, Plays, postaday, Traveling, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: Annaghmakerrig, Cork, Events, Ireland, London, memories, Paris, postaday, postaweek, Readings, Sacramento, Saturdays, Shakespeare, summer, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Washington DC, Wordpress
— Jen H., The Daily Post
For this post, self decided to kill two birds with one stone. She’ll look back at her fondest memories of 2017 (thus far) — the moments that gave her the most satisfaction.
Going to the Globe and seeing Tristan and Yseult; sorting through old photographs of Dearest Mum; seeing the Eiffel Tower up close; reading her story First Causes at Sixth Engine in Washington, DC; watching Mayerling at the Royal Albert Hall; visiting Cork; Tyrone Guthrie Centre
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July 28, 2017 at 7:52 am (Artists and Writers, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: Annaghmakerrig, dystopia, Fridays, Ireland, science fiction, short story, Tyrone Guthrie Centre
K thinks the boss is in love with her.
She looks like a mosaic puffball, her skin covered with checkered patterns.
The boss was born Earthstar. He’d never look her way. His spores were meant to go else: to a Silverleaf. Or a Shag. Not K that smelled like wet rot. All scaly cap and throat gills. She belonged with other Common.
Varnish and varnish. I’ll say this for K: she is tenacious. Especially about her delusions.
Wrote this story coming out of the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, 2014. Got all of the imagery from a book about mushrooms.
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July 25, 2017 at 1:00 am (Artists and Writers, Eavesdropping, Places, short story collections, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: Annaghmakerrig, artists residency, dystopia, inspiration, Ireland, science fiction, short story collections, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, writing process
Self is trying to put together a collection. Which involves a laboriously slow process of selection. It is nice, though, re-reading stuff.
from Spores:
(Set in the far future. Very, very, very far. Society’s divided into classes: Earthstar, Silverleaf, Shag, and Common. The main characters are a pair of lab workers named K and R. K is a girl, R is a boy. The story’s told from R’s point of view)
“We be needing foxes,” I said once.
“You lousy hedgehog,” the boss said, giving me a good one. My right eye swelled up almost immediately.
“You not be asking me to fetch, you lousy Common!” He gave me another good one on the way out.
K trembling there in the corner.
The voice was birthed while eavesdropping at the dinner table in Annaghmakerrig.
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July 23, 2017 at 5:34 pm (Artists and Writers, Sundays, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: dystopia, fantasy, Literary Magazines, New Orleans Review, science fiction, short story
The factories still cry out sometimes. When we hear the keening sound, we know it is herds of ghost pigs, running into walls and crying because they can never find their way out. They are inside people’s heads, like the memory of old ways. And when people’s heads get too full of memories, the first ones to tumble out are the pigs, running every which way and squealing.
— from New Orleans Review 38.1, 2012
July 23, 2017 at 4:07 pm (Artists and Writers, Sundays, Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: dystopia, fantasy, Literary Magazines, New Orleans Review, science fiction, short story
— New Orleans Review 38.1, 2012
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