Yellow House, short story published
I was a bit hesitant to publicize this recent short story publication— Because the more I thought about it, the more self-conscious I became that it blurred the boundary between real life and fiction. I know, I know we all have these thoughts, especially as creatives. At the same time readers are also sleuthing out connections between a writer and what might possibly be autobiography—or even not that sophisticated, they simply assume that someone is writing nonfiction when it is clearly fiction. For the writer: I remember at a Festival of Faith and Writing listening to Carlos Eire talk about how his book Waiting for Snow in Havana came into being. It was written as fiction, maybe in his mind a pretext to loosen him up and allow him to get words down on paper. Anyway, his editor asked how much of this is true, your life, and he answered all of it. They marketed it as memoir. At that same conference I also sat in on a talk about the novel Fieldwork by Mischa Berlinski, who shared ...