My new story, A Certain Fire, is a finalist for the 2012 Machigone Prize and will be published in the 2012 issue of The New Guard Review. I am not surprised that judge Rick Bass didn’t award the prize to a story about a girl who doesn’t know she’s pregnant giving birth after a conception […]
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Give It Up For The Ghost
Spirits seem to follow me around. Jagged white tails of steam and soul, trailing behind me like toilet paper streamers. Is it because my travels take me through strange portals? Or is it because I am a walking portal myself, a vessel for an internal door that invites entry to those who wait for just […]
The Girl Who Cried Book
It’s a strange thing to be looking at galleys. I’m not reading them just yet. Just looking at the stack on the corner of the desk. Waiting until I’m really back from vacation (tomorrow? The next day?) to turn the pages on a culmination of hopes, dreams and other cliché etceteras. It’s a strange thing […]
DEBRINCAT 0, BIGFOOT 1: Evidence, Hearsay, Memory
A short bit of catchup: I’m on a writing retreat near in the beautiful backwoods of Vermont when a nearby tree breaks and falls in the forest for no apparent reason. Note to Katrina: this takes place in 2008. Now, a list of the Evidence, Hearsay and Memory, to the best of my ability: 1 […]
DEBRINCAT 0, BIGFOOT 1: A Tree Falls
I was exhausted when I finally emerged from the dirt road and pulled onto the bricked driveway of the great house where I would be staying for my writing retreat. Suddenly, everything caught up with me. Jet lag, luggage who-knows-where, a missed meal, U-turns in quicksand with rental cars, climbing into the hillbilly driver’s seat. […]
DeBrincat 0, Bigfoot 1: Into the wilderness go
Trouble was, the woods all looked so…woodsy. And similar. And the signs at the occasional forks were oblique, with the vertical road names instead of horizontal. And the posts were slanting from the mud and rain and the exhaustion of holding up that vertical information. As though they were intended to confuse instead of enlighten. […]