Posts Tagged: the awakening
tweaking (chapter 25, part 1)
If this seems confusing, maybe it’s because you haven’t read what came before. This is the 25th chapter of What Would Water Do, a novel. To begin at the start, click here. I also write short stories, personal essays, and
tweaking (chapter 25, part 1)
If this seems confusing, maybe it’s because you haven’t read what came before. This is the 25th chapter of What Would Water Do, a novel. To begin at the start, click here. I also write short stories, personal essays, and
what kind of water do you dream? (chap. 14, pt. 2)
Earlier tonight they shot the scene where Robert invites everyone for a nighttime swim. They all walked arm-in-arm down to the beach, white linen silhouettes under the wind-swept pines, the warm air scented with chamomile. Everything was
what kind of water do you dream? (chap. 14, pt. 2)
Earlier tonight they shot the scene where Robert invites everyone for a nighttime swim. They all walked arm-in-arm down to the beach, white linen silhouettes under the wind-swept pines, the warm air scented with chamomile. Everything was
her hands are not beautiful (part 1 of chapter 14)
(photo courtesy Jo) The hunched, black-clothed form of Mademoiselle Reitz shuffles up to the piano, gives a haughty little bow and plops down on the bench. Her hands are not beautiful; they hang over the keys like frozen buzzards and
her hands are not beautiful (part 1 of chapter 14)
(photo courtesy Jo) The hunched, black-clothed form of Mademoiselle Reitz shuffles up to the piano, gives a haughty little bow and plops down on the bench. Her hands are not beautiful; they hang over the keys like frozen buzzards and
awakenings
(photo courtesy Kay SusanneMC. This post was inspired by Amy Krause Rosenberg and Herman Hesse.) * * 1899 Kate Chopin publishes The Awakening, an amazing, ahead-of-its-time novel about a woman trying to negotiate the incongruent parts of her personality and live a
awakenings
(photo courtesy Kay SusanneMC. This post was inspired by Amy Krause Rosenberg and Herman Hesse.) * * 1899 Kate Chopin publishes The Awakening, an amazing, ahead-of-its-time novel about a woman trying to negotiate the incongruent parts of her personality and live a
what would water do (chapter 11)
(photo by vlpg Too on Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/vlpgtoo/) The napkins have resurfaced, the plates have retreated to the center of the table and Lang Westwood is at the punchline of her story: “And I said, ‘what are my choices?’ to which
what would water do (chapter 11)
(photo by vlpg Too on Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/vlpgtoo/) The napkins have resurfaced, the plates have retreated to the center of the table and Lang Westwood is at the punchline of her story: “And I said, ‘what are my choices?’ to which
the chorus speaks (chapter 10)
(photo by fotorosso on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) A week later, Drew is in the shower in her apartment when the phone rings. She stands in front of the mirror dripping on the floor as she listens to the voicemail message: Hello,
the chorus speaks (chapter 10)
(photo by fotorosso on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) A week later, Drew is in the shower in her apartment when the phone rings. She stands in front of the mirror dripping on the floor as she listens to the voicemail message: Hello,
guilt and trashy magazines (chapter 9)
Wayne slides one admiring hand across the Lilien’s antique maple liquor cabinet and swings the doors open: “Ta dah!” “That’s a lot of booze.” “Here’s a forty-year-old bottle. Want a taste?” “No thanks.” Drew is still woozy from her lunch
guilt and trashy magazines (chapter 9)
Wayne slides one admiring hand across the Lilien’s antique maple liquor cabinet and swings the doors open: “Ta dah!” “That’s a lot of booze.” “Here’s a forty-year-old bottle. Want a taste?” “No thanks.” Drew is still woozy from her lunch
making friends with red wine (chapter 7)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nat_olly/2201954924/in/faves-9231195@N08/ (photo by nat_olly on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nat_olly/) Drew orders another glass of wine while she waits on the restaurant’s patio. She doesn’t usually drink during the day but she’s nervous and her dress , Katherine Lilien’s pale yellow silk, is
making friends with red wine (chapter 7)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nat_olly/2201954924/in/faves-9231195@N08/ (photo by nat_olly on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nat_olly/) Drew orders another glass of wine while she waits on the restaurant’s patio. She doesn’t usually drink during the day but she’s nervous and her dress , Katherine Lilien’s pale yellow silk, is
crying on cue (chapter 4)
(photo by ::fotorosso:: on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) “My first impression is that you’re just too damn tan for the role.” Lang Westwood has her foot propped rudely up on the desk in front of her. It’s a real handmade boot made
crying on cue (chapter 4)
(photo by ::fotorosso:: on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) “My first impression is that you’re just too damn tan for the role.” Lang Westwood has her foot propped rudely up on the desk in front of her. It’s a real handmade boot made
preparing for a love scene (chapter 2)
(photo by nassau on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nassau/) There is no doorbell and no knocker, just the giant brass face of a lion roaring silently. Drew glances back over her shoulder between the white columns at the stiff green lawn. She is
preparing for a love scene (chapter 2)
(photo by nassau on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nassau/) There is no doorbell and no knocker, just the giant brass face of a lion roaring silently. Drew glances back over her shoulder between the white columns at the stiff green lawn. She is
What Would Water Do: Chapter 1
The hopeful writers who make up her weekly screenplay-writing group all have day jobs, but they each take one night a week to resuscitate their little sparks of hope or talent. This Wednesday the group meets in the heart of
What Would Water Do: Chapter 1
The hopeful writers who make up her weekly screenplay-writing group all have day jobs, but they each take one night a week to resuscitate their little sparks of hope or talent. This Wednesday the group meets in the heart of
