I sat with the note in my lap, stunned and glad to be alone in the kitchen. The laundry gave me something to do with my hands while I settled my mind.
“He’d been lucky. Lucky to escape.”
The baby holds her hands to her ears, and I worry she hears voices.
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.
I am such a private person that as I was writing, if I had allowed myself to think about other people reading my work, I would have had to stop. But now, I just have to put that anxiety aside. And trust that baring my soul on the page is no different from doing so on stage.
By Susan Sechrist
“This is orthogonality at its core—going back to the beginning where new intersections are born, watching what unfolds from those unique moments of coming together, what curve or shape emerges and how those multiple shapes morph together.”
“After her stroke, we read to each other”
by Sam Florsheim and Max LoSardo 2022 promises many exciting and immersive debuts from a broad collection of writers. Here are five works we’re looking forward to reading. — Charmaine Wilkerson is an American writer based in Italy and a graduate of Barnard College and Stanford University. She is also a former journalist, whose award-winning …