Category Archives: Fiction & Essays

Words Reveal What Masks Conceal: An Essay on Halloween

When I was in the seventh grade, my English teacher assigned us a creative writing project for Halloween. We were to compose short stories, which we would then read aloud before the class, coupled with a competition of sorts in which the students would vote on who had written the best one.

Now in my pre-teen years, I was not what you would term the most popular kid in school. Perhaps it was those horrible “Student-of-the-Month” photos of me hanging in the main hallway, which they somehow always managed to take right after gym when my hair was flying every which way, or perhaps it was the oxford shirts and corduroy trousers in which my mother dressed me because I refused to participate in ridiculous wastes of time like school-clothes shopping. It certainly didn’t help that in addition to being smart and studious, I was also very, very shy, which led many to believe that I was stuck-up. I suppose if you’re naturally adept at making conversation, it’s difficult to understand that other kids might not be.

You can therefore easily picture the scene in the classroom that day: the anxious adolescent girl slouched in her seat, sweat drenching the armpits of her button-up shirt as she watched the clock, fervently hoping that time would run out before her turn came. You can imagine my nervousness when, five minutes before the bell, my teacher called me to the front of the class, the last reader to go; my terror as I stumbled up to her desk clutching the half-sheets of paper on which I’d scrawled my assignment. As usual, I had pushed the limits on the suggested length – my story was at least twice as long as anyone else’s – and the only saving grace of this enforced public humiliation, I thought, was that I would undoubtedly run out of time to finish it before the lunch bell rang.

Tucking my loose hair back behind my ears and focusing my eyes firmly on my papers, I began to read. It turned out that reading wasn’t so bad; unlike giving an oral report, you didn’t actually have to look at any of the other students. And it was a decent story, I reflected as I flipped through the pages, concentrating hard on not losing my place. At least my classmates were sitting silently, which made them easier to ignore.

At last I reached the climax of my tale, which was where it turned gruesome. The main character had gotten trapped in a fire, and I remember describing, in disgusting detail, the sizzle of the hairs frying on his arms as the hot flames neared. I remember describing the flames devouring his flesh, great flaps of it falling from his skeleton as his skin seared away. And I remember the silence of the classroom; I remember it breaking, the moans and groans that swelled all around me as I depicted my main character’s excruciating demise, only to be interrupted by the harsh clanging of the bell.

No one stirred; no one rose; no one left. I glanced at my teacher, who nodded. The other students sat rapt while I finished my story, and they applauded when I was done. There was no question that I had won the contest.

I was pleased that my story had gone over well, of course, but it wasn’t until the following week, when other kids were still coming up to talk to me about it, that I understood that I had somehow made an impression that went beyond my gruesome, graphic horror story. It was as if I had revealed that somewhere beneath that classic nerdy exterior was a real honest-to-goodness person, a kid who thought about things like destruction and death, and flames eating flesh, and how best to describe such horrific events.

I’ve never been big on Halloween, myself. I’ve never liked the pressure of having to pick out a costume and then explain why I chose it; I’ve never even understood the appeal of dressing up and playing pretend. I have other ways of exploring my dark side. Nowadays you won’t find me in a starched, striped shirt, or in old-fashioned slacks, but don’t be fooled by the sweats and sports bra in which you’ll typically see me lounging about the house, because that’s not who I am, either. It’s just a costume; an innocuous mask meant to show nothing, to reveal nothing, to suggest nothing. My thoughts are inside me. They can never be exposed by a mere choice of outfit.

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Essays on Film is a Free Feature Today on Instafreebie!

My eBook Essays on Film: On Viewing Hans Richter’s Rhythmus 21 and The Perfect Filmic Appositiveness of Jack Smith? is being featured this week on Instafreebie!

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Essays on Film

 

 

My Anxiety Wasn’t Real: One Woman’s Experience with Mental Disorder

Studies show that five percent of Americans are medically misdiagnosed in a given year, and that most Americans will be misdiagnosed at least once in their lifetime. It could happen to you, and it did happen to me. In My Anxiety Wasn’t Real, I describe how I was diagnosed with anxiety and was treated for it for nearly a year with no relief from my symptoms. That’s because I had been misdiagnosed – and you’ll be as shocked as I was to discover what the problem really was!

The eBook will be released on Wednesday, September 27th, and is currently available for pre-order on Amazon. It is being offered for the low introductory price of $0.99 and may also be read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

Have you had a similar experience of being misdiagnosed with anxiety? Let me know in the comments below – I’d love to hear your story, too!

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Essays on Film

My eBook Essays on Film is now available for preorder on Amazon. Features the following:

“On Viewing Hans Richter’s Rhythmus 21″”: The search for cinematic meaning in one of the most famous early German avant-garde films.

The Perfect Filmic Appositiveness of Jack Smith”: Impressions of the films of one of cinema’s most eccentric auteurs.

Essays on Film will be available for just $0.99 up through the release date of September 27th.

Essays on Film

 

Stories from My Memory-Shelf featured on Instafreebie!

My autobiographical short story collection, Stories from My Memory-Shelf: Fiction and Essays from My Past, is being featured this week on Instafreebie!

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The story of my life told in short fiction and essays. Features author commentary on the real-life events that inspired the stories.

 

“Flush Fiction – Have Stories to Read in Your Time of Need!”

I am pleased to announce that my flash fiction piece “Heads of the Line” has been published in the first issue of Flush Fiction, a brand new app for reading poetry and short stories on your smartphone. The app makes it possible to get your reading in anywhere, even while performing your, um, “business.” You can download it for FREE on ITunes here:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/flush-fiction/id1216952374?ls=1&mt=8

If you’d like to know more about Flush Fiction, you can visit its Facebook page here:

https://www.facebook.com/flushfiction/

or its website here:

http://www.flushfictionapp.com/

Personally, though, I think their background photo tells you everything you need to know about the usefulness of the app and its content ;)

 

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Last Day to Get Just the Three of Us for $0.99

Today is the last day to get my funny sexy romance Just the Three of Us: An Erotic Romantic Comedy for the Commitment-Challenged for just $0.99 for Kindle. As always, the book is FREE with Kindle Unlimited and is also available in audiobook on both Amazon and ITunes.