Andrew Gifford of the Santa Fe Writers Project joined Richard Currey in January 2003 for a conversation about the writing life: “musical” composition, the genetic need for stories, Currey’s “holistic” view of literature’and superstition.
Yearly Archives: 2003
By Way of Water by Charlotte Gullick
by Charlotte Gullick SFWP’s 2001 Awards Program grand prize winner, Charlotte Gullick, was published by Penguin in August of 2002. The following is an excerpt from By Way of Water Read more about Charlotte. * * *
So Loud It Hurt by Tom Waltz
by Tom Waltz At 8:43 p.m., on December 31st, 1999, Candice “Candy” Martin started drinking. She uncorked one of the two bottles of her favorite White Zinfandel’which she’d lined up on the kitchen table’and topped off the first McDonald’s Super Size plastic cup she could get her hands on; not very fancy, sure, but she [...]
Writers’ Groups By Jeri Smith-Ready
By Jeri Smith-Ready I always swore I’d throw a party when I got my first rejection letter from a publisher. Imagine how lucky I felt when it arrived on my birthday. One party, two stoned birds.
Crossing the Line by Ray Murray
by Ray Murray Bursting through the Detroit Night, on I-96 at precisely 55 per, cars ripping past in the left lane, doing seventy plus, tracking the eased curves past the neon — enormous electric elegy to the big three, curving north, then east, then southeast, fifty-five, cars ripping past on the left, not wanting any [...]
Nativity Plague by Adam Browne
by Adam Browne Mr Vale was allergic to advertising. Even the mildest of ads caused him severe discomfort, afflicting his skin with sharply demarcated roseate areas like some unknown species of sunburn, as though he’d been sunbathing in the curdled glimmer of a neutron star…
Last Call By Laura C. Alonso
By Laura C. Alonso Laura is a returning writer to sfwp.org. You can check out her previous work, Honey, in our 2001 Finalists column. Laura’s bio is available in our Authors section.
The Scarlet Woman by Gabriella Herkert
by Gabriella Herkert Marty wore whorehouse red to the funeral. The cold December wind sliced at her but she refused to take refuge behind crossed arms or slumped shoulders. The muddy ground sucked voraciously at her three-inch high heels but she walked erect, striding toward the waiting limousine. The dark mustached chauffeur offered a helping [...]
Scenes From a Childhood by Nan Wheeler
by Nan Wheeler My mother used to tell the story of when I was a toddler and took a fall from the top of the stairs. We lived in a housing project in an apartment with concrete floors and two levels. Momma said it was a miracle how, midway down the stairs, I managed to [...]