Saturday, October 31, 2009

EDF's November Calendar

Here is the calendar of stories to be published in November by Every Day Fiction.

November’s Table of Contents
Nov 1 Richard M. O’Donnell The Inheritance
Nov 2 Stephanie Scarborough 8-Bit Procrastination
Nov 3 Jessa Marsh Us In Tapes
Nov 4 Barbara A. Barnett Mind Games
Nov 5 Ben Werdmuller Meaningless Battles
Nov 6 Alexander Burns With the Band
Nov 7 Aaron Polson Faith
Nov 8 Celestine Trinidad Fifty-five Percent
Nov 9 Christian Bell The Art of Stealing Sharks
Nov 10 GrĂ¡ Linnaea Your Own Personal Genie
Nov 11 Mark Partin Sergeant Smith
Nov 12 Patsy Collins Overlooked
Nov 13 Brian Dolton El Mystera Del Tempo
Nov 14 Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz Game On
Nov 15 Oonah V Joslin Dock
Nov 16 Ian Rochford Dog People
Nov 17 JR Hume Tears of the Android
Nov 18 Laura McHale Holland Invasion
Nov 19 Jennifer Tatroe Daddy’s Girl
Nov 20 David J. Rank Friday Midnight Five Stars
Nov 21 Stef Hall Back from the Hills
Nov 22 Nora Offen Lessons Learned
Nov 23 K.C. Ball The Maple Leaf Maneuver
Nov 24 K.C. Shaw Fall or Fly
Nov 25 Deven D Atkinson How the Human Got His Free Will
Nov 26 Bob Jacobs Broken Waters
Nov 27 Finale Doshi The New Pet
Nov 28 Wanda Morrow-Clevenger Heineken Haze
Nov 29 Jameson Parker Layaway
Nov 30 Frank Roger Mirror, Mirror

Monday, October 12, 2009

Lost in the Northern Latitudes


So I haven't blogged in a while. Wish I could say I finished my book. Hahahaha. But I'm working on it. Working out the 1948 plot. Actually thought it was in good shape and yes, structure-wise it is but as for the language...well, got a way to go. But today has been a good day getting back into it after spending two and a half days in Quebec with my son.


Okay so I know absolutely know no French other than firme le bouche (sp? My apologies) But I can't believe how much fun roadtripping in ca is. The highway up to Quebec City is gorgeous even in a non-stop drizzling rain. It seemed to take it us forever but I have to say the colors were amazing. So many patchwork quilts out there climbing up into the mountains.

QC was a complete surprise. I didn't know what to expect but whatever I expected I got so much more. Our hotel was downtown in the old area of the city, the great ancient wall visible as we stepped out into a drizzling rain. We walked through the arched opening and it was like walking into Europe with charming narrow curving streets, other century buildings, and on the air: French! I did not take French in school (I know it's obvious) but had no idea about the LILT in a merci and bon jour. Lovely. Also that quarter of the city kept going on and on, no Disneyland this, but a real place.

Second day Nick and I went to Maison Bellanger-Girardin which is a small stone house on Avenue Royale in Beauport. I've wanted to visit there ever since my cousine Claire told me that she and her father had visited and both felt that it was possible that the Nicolas Belanger who lived in the house when it was just a cabin is an ancester of ours. Unfortunately all the information was in French and therefore nothing was proven to me, but I still got a thrill being in the house. Even if this Nicolas Belanger isn't OUR Nicolas Belanger, our family most likely lived in a house just like this before heading down the Mississippi to Houma.

Montreal was wonderful too though we had less time there. We ate at a quaint little restaurant called Le Caveau just around the corner from the Hilton Garden Inn where we stayed. No Trish. We did not stay at the Ritz Carlton despite the snapshop! We also visited a huge church on a hill that had a lovely garden and promised a fab view of all of Montreal but we did not make it to the top.


Listening to Sam Cooke and wasting a little time blogging. Someone told me we're supposed to get three INCHES of snow tomorrow. Is that even possible? Except last night after dinner, something white and wet came down and it wasn't snow, it wasn't hail, I have no idea, but at breakfast I heard the term mixed winter? Could that be right?

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Story Up at 10Flash today


I have a new piece up at K. C. Ball's 10 Flash, issue 2, called Tin Star Town. It takes place in Globe Arizona, one of my favorite towns on our way to Sprucedale. No idea why I find it so evocative but I do. "Monsoon," a longer story, also features a paragraph about Globe.

I think jewelry plays a part and all those shows Tim and I watch on cable, "How It's Made" and discussions of steel, copper, bronze. Globe is a copper mining town at the foot of the mountains just east of Phoenix. And one of the metals I like to work with when I bead is copper. I love the look of it and I've learned that it's an indispensible commodity in our world. Copper is used for communications, as an alloy ingredient. I don't want to look all this up, so this is just off the top of my head. Let's just say that for me metal rocks.


So I'm here and working. And it's been raining almost every day since I arrived. It's a good thing, I suppose, since that means I stay in my little studio room and write instead of getting out with my camera, taking pictures. But it's all good. It can't possibly rain for the whole four weeks, can it?

Since I just wrote a piece about what to do when your car goes off a bridge, I've got my eye on the river outside my window. Picked a marker rock to see if the water rises. In Arizona this can happen in an afternoon (again referencing Monsoon!), and I can tell by the steep banks on both sides of Gihon that it's likely to rise with the rain. Regardless, it is beautiful and I feel truly blessed.