Posts Tagged ‘ las vegas ’

The Selves We Leave Behind

6th June 2014 | 0 Comments

” The Angel of Fremont Street” and “Fortune” were always meant to reflect each other. Versions, shall we say, of the same characters, in a way that’ll make sense when you read them. But it’s been difficult to show you “Fortune”! Because it was published in a very limited-edition anthology! BUT NOW YOU CAN HAVE […]


Where We Died

20th June 2013 | 0 Comments

This one, I remember writing. It’s a shadow of sorts of my first published short story, “The Angel of Fremont Street”. It draws from the same inciting incident – but instead of an examination of the years beyond, “Where We Died” is a snapshot, one few-second slice of a life right before everything changes forever. […]


Splinter

16th November 2012 | 0 Comments

Almost every story I write comes from multiple seeds that seem unrelated, but collide in my head. Like temporal lobe epilepsy, quantum physics, a certain waiter, and a particular habit of Charles Fort’s did to create “Valentines”. In this case, there were two particular things. The not-deeply-personal thing: At PiCon, in August 2011, I was […]


Nine Things About Oracles

23rd October 2010 | 0 Comments

So this fabulous ridiculous thing happened. The remarkable Elise Mattheson, whose jewelry has sparked many a story and many a poem, made a piece called “Nine Things About Oracles“… And it inspired everyone. No, seriously. At last count, “Nine Things About Oracles” had sparked 108 poems. So this is another piece where I feel like […]


Valentines

23rd December 2009 | 3 Comments

I wrote “Valentines” when I was supposed to be writing something else entirely. I’d gone to visit my friends at Wyrding Studios, and had intended to finish my short story “Undertow” while I was there. Instead, I ended up curled on their couch capturing “Valentines” as it fell out of my head! Surprise! And I […]


Fortune

29th May 2009 | 0 Comments

Oh, this one’s a doozy. In December 2008, my dear friend SJ Tucker fell drastically ill. S00j is a traveling bard; as such, she din’t have health insurance. Fortunately, she has a bunch of creative and determined friends! We started a community and auctioned stuff we made. But it wasn’t enough. So Phil Brucato and […]


The Angel of Fremont Street

29th March 2009 | 0 Comments

One day, I was folding the clean laundry and listening to music. “I Wish I Was a Girl” by Counting Crows came on, and I was swept away by part of the chorus: “I wish for all the world that I could say ‘Hey, Elizabeth, you know, I’m doing all right these days…’” And I […]