Memoirous

A couple years ago I had about 12 short stories accepted. This has been the year for short pieces. Currently I have a new piece appearing in Switch, online micro fiction. The piece is nonfiction. The website is not very specific and you’ll need to scroll down to find circa 1984. https://www.switchonline.org/about-1 I’ll be at TRANÅS AT THE FRINGE - International Arts Festival, 3 - 6 September, doing a seminar on Flash Memoir. https://www.atthefringe.org/post/jane-hertenstein There are several other pieces of work that have been accepted and are queued for publication this fall. I’ll announce those with links. Until then . . . Still training for the Kungsleden and writing and posting blogs at my Substack.    

  Sendak told interviewer Jonathan Cott—and I quote from a recent book, Wild Things are Happening: The Art of Maurice Sendak , Obviously I have one theme . . . It’s not that I have such original ideas, just that I’m good at doing variations on the same idea over and over again . . . That’s all we need as artists—one power-driven fantasy or obsession, then to be clever enough to do variations

 

I just read over the galley proof for my short story in Two Thirds North, coming out Spring 2025. I worked closely with Adnan Mahmutovic and a student editor. They were GREAT! I definitely felt the work of a close hand in revising the piece. So close that at one point I had my cursor placed to make an edit and suddenly there was another cursor there—from across the ocean and time zones in Stockholm, reading along and seeing my changes. It was weird and surreal. I sort of wish I had that little cursor following me around now as I work on my hard big revision project. This fall I intend to go to Sweden to 1) see friends, 2) hike the Kungsladen, and 3) do a few Flash Memoir Workshops at Writer Festivals. The itinerary is just now getting set up and is a bowl of mush right now. Hoping by end of February things will come together—and then pray for a great air sale. Let me know—both of my readers if you have Scandinavian connections . . .