Mannequin Monday – Filling the Void
What do I give myself to when faced with a wide open day? How do I fill the void? A life shift offers opportunity, unexplored space. What will my story be?
Storytelling makes the world go round. I’m reading News of the World.
And again, I offer you another story bite of my own for this week. “The Playlist.”
Mannequin Monday – No Car Chase Without a Driver
No story without a character. This week I talk about the people who inhabit a story. The mannequin itself, before it’s dressed. So many memorable characters in fiction.
And I offer you a short piece inspired by a Rodin sculpture.
Mannequin Monday – Easy for Some
What’s the street credibility of writers who offer advice on the craft of writing? This week published authors guide us in finding the words to drape our bare mannequin. Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, Elizabeth George, Natalie Goldberg.
And I offer a chapter, a character study, from a novel I’m working on.
Mannequin Monday – Amateur to the Point of Incompetence
A drug-addicted sex worker in London, bent on vengeance. We cover our blank form this week with moving images. A Blake Lively action thriller. Strong performances and a box office bomb. Mannequin Monday.
And a playful story from my own pen. Not a bomb, I hope. Enjoy.
Mannequin Monday – If people don’t die right, they haunt
Our mannequin, our framework, will perhaps remain unclothed this week. It’s all about not dying right, about absence. Haunting.
Quotes from Wynton Marsalis and Eddie Glaude.
And a story of mine, inspired by the quotes.
Mannequin Monday – How Quickly She Disappears
So many words to drape our mannequin form this week. Books, both fiction and non-fiction. A debut novel How Quickly She Disappears. And a new Steinbeck biography.
And another bit of fiction I wrote, more from my heart than usual.
Mannequin Monday – Take Me Somewhere…
I’ve never been to the catacombs of Paris. Never come face to face with the roots of Irish humor. But on this Mannequin Monday books take me where I have never been. Elle Marr, Tana French…
Words don’t simply clothe a blank form. They transport the viewer.
And an excerpt from my next book Surfrider,