Personal Artifacts: Researching Your Own History
I was on the phone with my dad the other day, and just before we hung up I said, “Yalla, bye!” This was strange for a number of reasons. First, “Yalla, bye” is a weird phrase. Yalla means “let’s go”…
I was on the phone with my dad the other day, and just before we hung up I said, “Yalla, bye!” This was strange for a number of reasons. First, “Yalla, bye” is a weird phrase. Yalla means “let’s go”…
E.B. Moore lives in a city loft, but writes her way back to farm life in Pennsylvania where she grew up. She retired as a metal sculptor in her fifties and hung her tools on the loft beams before looking…
I’ve struggled recently with two different sorts of tunnel syndrome. The first type is affecting the nerves in my elbows and hands. My husband, not a doctor, says it’s carpal tunnel syndrome. Symptoms include numbness, tingling, stiffness and a sensation…
I’d had trouble with my protagonist, Katya, all through the long nights last winter. My fellow Incubees puzzled over her motivations. Worse, I had a hard time seeing her clearly. I’d call her by her nicknames, Katka, Katyoosha, and Katenka, but…
Dead Darlings contributor Jennie Wood has given us an insider’s view on the process of publishing her debut novel, A Boy Like Me. Jennie will celebrate the launch of A Boy Like Me at Machine in Boston on September 4, 2014, at 7:00 p.m. Recently, she…
If you keep chickens and a novelist about the homestead then you know how similar egg laying is to novel writing. In a chicken an egg is formed over a 25-hour period. The yolk is released from the hen’s ovary,…