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Smoking With Stefanie Freele
I stole Molecule from a neighbor. The real Molecule is a teeny barking dog that rides on the dash in front of a Miata driver. I don't know how they don't crash. I just told my other neighbor that she is my Redheaded Muse. Seems like almost daily when we're walking our dogs, I say something like "Hey, don't let me forget that—a dog named Molecule. Molecule deserves a story." I don't know how it works really: there are people you feel clever around and people you don't. She's just one muse. My son and his dad are two more. My brother is good for dialogue and doesn't even know it. He's ranting about something and I'm thinking, hey, I have to use that line. Those twelve gasps from the refrigerator led to one great gasp from this reader. A great example of the inevitable and the surprising in an ending. When did you realize that those gasps would be heard? What a funny question! I didn't know oysters were alive until a couple of weeks before writing this story. I just figured they were like wrapped-up salmon or an uncooked steak. When I found out oysters were living, it sort of tantalized me. At the same time, I felt conscious of additional lives in our house. I think the gasping part just sort of wrote itself in. How did that happen? How is "molecule" central to this piece? Molecule is the last straw. Molecule is so unique, her copying of the name will stand out as very dysfunctional. As if wearing the same underwear and buying the same items of relatives isn't already weird, this is something that is going to tip the edge. You are finishing up your stint as the SLQ fellow and joining the staff. What will you be taking with you from your fellowship, beside the fellowship of the SLQ staff? They said I could keep my coffee cup and one red pencil. Because of this experience, I've been turned on to a lot of excellent writers via Zoetrope. Many are supportive, tough, and fiesty. I'm sure someone will call me on that statement, and then I'll have to explain myself. I think the fellowship itself has been a growth experience for me—cutting out anything unnecessary in my flash, and really getting down to each word. The fellowship SLQ staff have been tremendous. Begin this answer with the words, "I write." Complete the sentence. Then, write as many sentences as you'd like, each one beginning with that "I write...." I write...I write...I hit my head on the wall... Read Breathing Oysters. |
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| Issue Twenty-Two (October 2, 2008): Innocence, Briefly by Jenny Arnold «» Tapioca O's by Natalie DeClerck «» How Anything Got Done by Paul Elwork «» Tenderoni by Kathy Fish «» Breathing Oysters by Stefanie Freele «» The Mime's Dog by Steven Douglas Gullion «» Two Minute Silence by Sarah Hilary «» Constructing Birds by Jo Horsman «» Crazy Sun by Lauren Huckstadt «» One Night Out by Ashley Kaufman «» Asian Girl by W.P. Kinsella «» Fatback by Jeff Landon «» Bounty by Tricia Louvar «» Beautiful by Antonios Maltezos «» Private Room by M.E. Parker «» True Identity by Kevin Sampsell «» Campfire by Donna D. Vitucci «» Interviews: Jenny Arnold «» Paul Elwork «» Kathy Fish «» Stefanie Freele «» Steven Douglas Gullion «» Sarah Hilary «» Jo Horsman «» Ashley Kaufman «» Jeff Landon «» Tricia Louvar «» Antonios Maltezos «» M.E. Parker «» Kevin Sampsell «» Donna D. Vitucci «» Cover Art "November Leaves" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor | |||