We live not just in a culture but a world of success. All my stories deal with the “mediocre” people, who are left out. Ultimately, that may be just about all of us. Continue reading
Author Archives: Evelyn Somers
From Self-Published to Small Press Novelist: Q&A with Elie Axelroth
I wouldn’t say self-publishing made it easier to find a publisher. I think I was clearer about what I wanted—which was to grow as a writer and if possible, to do less of the marketing and not pay for the upfront costs like editing and proofreading. I’d actually been offered a book contract from another small publisher earlier on, but it was clear the editing would be minimal, and with some regret I turned down the offer. That was clearly the right choice for me. Continue reading
The Tragedy of the “Two-way Mirror”: Q&A with Dionne Irving
“There are always architects for exploitation and subjugation . . . There is no exploitation unless there are people who are quietly complicit. That is the nature of human subjugation. Complicity is a ghost haunting this story.” Continue reading
An Intentional, Evolving Vision: the Fiction of R. M. Kinder
“I want my fiction to be entertaining. I also want it to be honest to experience, to foster what I believe in, not pander to anything base—to have an ethical and moral perspective—and to have beauty.” Continue reading
The Delights of Middle-Grade Fiction: Q&A with Gary Pedler
“Being from the minority group of LGBT+ made me more inclined to diversify my characters in ways beyond sexual orientation. I can get as emotionally involved in stories involving straight characters as the next person. At the same time, I’m aware of often not being included in these stories.”
Bloom Creative Writing: Poetry by David Ruekberg
“. . . while outside the living room window
bags of gold blazed yellow in the windowbox
and azaleas blared through pink trumpets . . .” Continue reading
Ruth Ann Musick’s novel of local lore and mortal fear
by Evelyn Somers
“Funny, all the things that pass through your head when you’re sitting by a graveyard. It seemed though, no matter what he thought about, he soon got back to burying, and his own trouble. If he kept on thinking about it, he might go out of his mind, and maybe it would be a good thing if he did . . .” Continue reading
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