Formulaic? You betcha!

30Sep09

Because this is my first real attempt at writing something i can actually finish, I’ve decided (for the first draft at least) to use this nifty formula I foudn somewhere. Because here’s the thing: one complaint or criticism of mysteries, police procedurals, etc is that they are formulaic: the structure, at least, does not vary […]

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Code Name: Cuttlefish

30Sep09

What on earth…? Well. I started in on Murder at the Mercantile one day and the character of Minna morphed into someone else. Well, thought I, I guess she’s different in this book… I kept going and realized that, no, she’s somebody else in a whole other book. And she’s like this, and she has […]

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Conversation

26Sep09

The response comes at midnight… Every dog has his day. He lays himself out full length (every day every day every day…) | below him she stands on a kitchen chair with a broom. | The rug against his face, he feels her anger through the floor — ragged echoes of the music he turned […]

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Passing Over Verrill Farm

23Sep09

No one could starve on this road the way you would. Wild grape vines scramble up the trees, late peas reach over the trellis. Pumpkins strain at the leash. And I think about the net of your attention, how plucking at intersections with such precision moves you so freely — and we are all pins […]

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Carrion Crow

11Sep09

Watching you fly through fields left fallow kicking up cornstalks from last year’s harvest, your black overcoat in the wind very like a bird. This is the way it is as your fingers cross my palm and I step into your office the arrangements we make the lure of business.

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