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I bought a dozen new books at the 12th Cork International Short Story Festival, all short story collections. Last night, I finished Clare Wigfall’s debut collection The Loudest Sound and Nothing (Faber & Faber, 2007). It’s an interesting, eclectic collection … Continue reading →

I received my contributor’s copies of The Chattahoochee Review. The magazine boasts a new editorial staff led by Anna Schachner and Lydia Ship and its list of contributors reads like an embarrassment of riches. It’s a gorgeous issue with cover … Continue reading →

I scratch my skin a lot. Especially at night. The worst nights, I wake up mornings and look as if ratnails tore at me. Even after all these years of worst mornings, my husband still says, “What the?” I tell … Continue reading →

Within days of subscribing to The Journal, I received the Spring/Summer 2011 Issue. Last night I read Jessica Hollander’s story “What Became of What She Had Made.” Here’s an excerpt: “‘I’m sleeping with someone at my office’, the husband said. … Continue reading →

“The better solution is, as a part of your daily work as a writer, support the communities you wish to be a part of, by reading books, writing reviews, promoting other writers or bookstores or whatever in your social networking. … Continue reading →

A note from the 12th Annual Cork International Short Story Festival here.

My second post from the Cork International Short Story Festival is now live at Dark Sky Magazine. Thanks for reading. I hope all is great with you.

The first in my blog posts on the Cork International Short Story Festival, September 14-18, can be read at Dark Sky Magazine’s blog here. To coincide with the Festival, Cut Through the Bone, both paperback and Kindle, will be sold … Continue reading →

Not just to Ireland. Not just because I’ve been busy with both daughters out of school. Not solely due to doing book reviews, readings, solicited posts, interviews and stories, and networking. Not simply down to reading. Voracious reading. No. Some … Continue reading →

Less than twenty hours ago, I returned from four weeks in Ireland. I’m jetlagged and can’t sleep, but that’s not what has me here writing in the too bright light and with the dark outside next to my left shoulder. … Continue reading →