 Art by Marty D. Ison |
It’s easy to write fiction when you don’t have to make anything up.
I love how the "simple" task of washing expands to include so much more. How do you accomplish such depth and "expansion" here?
Cats spray in the corners. Dogs sniff every light post. This character has to reclaim her territory, overgrown and jungle-y as it is. Axiom is the best she can do.
The "smack of metal on meat." (One of my favorite
all-time lines.) From what dark place did that ending come to you?
Yeah, yikes, that even creeped me out. This incident happened more than a decade ago, and I guess I’m still a wee bit pissed off about it. That smacking was good therapy.
Tell me about the fame and glory of appearing on KQED FM. Are you now Famous in Northern California? (If not, you should be.)
If it weren’t for these gigantic Jackie-O sunglasses, I’m sure I’d be mobbed at Whole Foods regularly.
Who's more prolific, you or your persimmon tree? When, by the way, is the right time to eat a persimmon? (I never get it right and always end up with a mouthful of nasty.) And what is your—and your tree's—secrets to prolificacy?
I write a lot, because I love it. The business of writing is also something I enjoy, a real plus, since most people don’t like marketing their stuff. I send out three submissions each Friday. That’s my rule. My goal is a rejection a day. And I’m getting close.
As for persimmons, I haven’t got it right, either. You have to wait until the fruits are totally mush or you get a puckerfull of astringent fuzz. But man, are they pretty in the fall. A bunch of orange bulbs and flaming leaves; it’s like a Halloween tree. That’s good enough for me.
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