I have my first in-print, by-ghod literary journal publication. The fogey part of me is tickled by this milestone; my other literary publications have been online.
The journal is BACOPA, out of the Writers Alliance of Gainesville, Florida. It's an annual book and really very good, high quality poetry and fiction. The story is "The Stronger," set in Southern Indiana in 1910 and based on my grandfather's life as a bookish farm boy.
"The Stronger" is the title story of a four-story collection, all based on memories and family legends from my grandfather's life, reaching from the 1870s to the 1950s. Hopefully the next story will soon find publication, too!
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Sunday, January 16, 2011
On the Page Again
Just got notified that my short story, "The Stronger," will be published this Spring in the 2011 edition of the Bacopa Literary Review, a print journal out of Gainesville, FL.
"The Stronger" is the title story of my 4-story collection that I privately call the Papaw Project. Back in 2007, I found stashed carefully in a trunk several short memoir story-sketches my grandfather had written in the 1930s, sketches which thinly fictionalized his family legends and his own experiences growing up as a bookish farm boy in Southern Indiana just before World War I.
Some quality of half-seen treasure in these sketches called out to me, the middle-aged granddaughter. I chose four of them and took the fictionalizing further. Fiction is not only the lie that tells the truth, it is the lie that reveals the truth. I have now finished 2 stories, am rewriting a third, with the fourth in outline, waiting.
And now the title story will see the light of day! Thank you, Bacopa Literary Review! I will be back here with more information about where this journal can be purchased.
"The Stronger" is the title story of my 4-story collection that I privately call the Papaw Project. Back in 2007, I found stashed carefully in a trunk several short memoir story-sketches my grandfather had written in the 1930s, sketches which thinly fictionalized his family legends and his own experiences growing up as a bookish farm boy in Southern Indiana just before World War I.
Some quality of half-seen treasure in these sketches called out to me, the middle-aged granddaughter. I chose four of them and took the fictionalizing further. Fiction is not only the lie that tells the truth, it is the lie that reveals the truth. I have now finished 2 stories, am rewriting a third, with the fourth in outline, waiting.
And now the title story will see the light of day! Thank you, Bacopa Literary Review! I will be back here with more information about where this journal can be purchased.
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