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Sound. As I type to the hum of traffic, the cross-hatch of MTM’s pen, the pulse of keys, I sob and wish sound weren’t a thing.

I know people who are virtually deaf. I don’t wish for that fate or mean to diminish their disability.

But I am waterboarded by the sound of my own voice. People want to hear me read my memoir.

Or they *think* they do.

They don’t know a theater critic once eviscerated my speaking voice in a review. “Etched in acid,” he crowed.Continue Reading

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Elizabeth Yon is the Empress of Creepy. Seriously. In her latest book Blackfern Girls (Bannerwing Books, 2014), she pulls four stories from the murk of the Johns Woods and splatters them across the page. The atmosphere embraces a reader. It’s almost hypnotic……until the characters squeeze.Continue Reading

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Or making words. It’s the same thing these days.

Our No Family Holidays With Family policy is breaking new ground this Thanksgiving. I need to take a trip for book research. To smell the scents. And haunt the haunted places. And tease out sounds from almost 200 years ago. Or millennia ago.

I’ll take what I can get.Continue Reading