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Search Results for: eight mile suspended carnival
(carnival fragment)
I don’t recall writing this, but apparently I did: If a person could climb up a ladder to the sky, and look down at the Eight Mile Suspended Carnival, the person would see a sort of living beast, its spine … Continue reading
Belated, but still relevant: Thirteen
The cycle of living and dying continues…thankfully, so do words, and stories…and so I’m belatedly announcing the birth of Resurrection House XIII, an anthology of which editor Mark Teppo writes, “The ghosts of the past have been eaten by the … Continue reading
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Tagged Publications, Resurrection House, The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival, The Watery Girl, writing, XIII
The Lucky Seven Meme
Marly Youmans, author of the freshly-released novel A Death At The White Camellia Orphanage, tagged me on her lovely blog. Marly is a wonderful writer, and if you haven’t read her work, you should. As for the meme, I’m playing. Below is … Continue reading
The Rules
THE RULES: 1) NEVER UNDERESTIMATE EACH OTHER. 2) KEEP YOUR HANDS STRONG. 3) DON’T KEEP WHAT YOU CAN’T CARRY. 4) CLOSE YOUR EYES ONLY WHEN NECESSARY. 5) NO SPITTING. 6) NO PUGILISM. 7) A THING ISN’T YOURS UNTIL SOMEONE GIVES … Continue reading
The alpha and the omega
I got this trick via Jim Krusoe, who attributes it to Carol Emshwiller. (Thanks, Jim and Carol!) Writers of fiction: Take the first and last words of a piece, then put them together. The idea is that the resulting phrase … Continue reading
Maybe that’s it.
(The following might be the final paragraph of The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival. It will make no sense without the novel that comes before it. It might not even make sense with the novel that comes before it. But … Continue reading
Reading went well
Thanks to all who came out…it was so fun to read with my husband. That’s the first time we’ve read together. I read from my novel in progress, The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival, and he read from The Painting and … Continue reading
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About
Rebecca Kuder grew up, frequently barefoot, in Yellow Springs, Ohio. At age five, she attended the first Rainbow Family Gathering in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. She wrote her first book, The Hole in the Shirt, when she was seven. Her … Continue reading
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Happy birthday, dear novel
Today, I feel like I gave birth to a 13- or 16-year-old (depending on when you consider the moment of literary conception) because I finished my novel. Finished as in finished; it’s packed and ready to go out into the world for the first time…evicted … Continue reading
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Tagged fiction, The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival, writing process
Who lost track past midnight at the Spurlock Munitions Factory, near-river, 1917?
A poem from a couple years ago, inspired by the novel I’m working on, working title of which is The Eight Mile Suspended Carvinal. This is the character Beede talking. I can’t do line breaks right in html, so I think … Continue reading
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Tagged making a mess, poetry, The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival, writing
