Month: May 2009

“What Fresh Hell is This?”

On By Suzanne B. LeitnerIn Fiction, Intervals, Writing and Not Writing2 Comments

valentineI wonder if Ms. Parker ever faced the dilemma I am facing this week.  In the last two days, I have written over 20 pages of, I believe, a short story.  However, based on the following facts, I hesitate to use the label “short story:”  this particular story does not seem to want to end; the characters in this story have taken up permanent residence in my every waking minute; the last time I was so inhabited by a character, I ended up writing a novella!

What’s the problem? you may well ask.  Let me list the problems in order of my level of concern:

Problem 1: This particular story is unlike anything I have ever written.  It appears to be a “romance?”  It’s a little steamy, but it may just be trashy!  I have no experience writing in this genre.  For all I know, the descriptions of the close encounters are cliche, the circumstances unlikely, and the plot just plain silly (although, I have to admit, I am liking the dialogue so far).  Continue reading ““What Fresh Hell is This?”” →

In Case You Have Not Seen It Yet

On By Suzanne B. LeitnerIn Fiction, PoetryLeave a comment

2009Spring_Thumb I was interviewed for the 2009 Spring Issue of Main Street Rag.   Having conducted interviews for the magazine for the last couple of years, it was interesting to be on the other side of things.

You can click on the cover for a link to Main Street Rag’s online bookstore to order a copy if you are interested.  As usual, you will find some enjoyable and provocative poetry and prose in this issue.  Among the many fine poems therein, I commend to you Katherine Barr’s Remembering Mick for the fun of it, Christopher Goodrich’s Witnessing the Success of Others for the humor of it, and Robert Parham’s Mindful Things for the beauty of it.  As for prose, Diana Goble’s Hallmark is Sorry for Your Loss is downright Thurberesque and simply wonderful … and that’s just for starters.

As always, thanks for reading.