First, about the boyfriend. He actually was my high school boyfriend. Our subsequent relationship is to let twenty or so years go by until something puts us back in touch and we exchange a flurry of emails, have long phone conversations, and generally wonder why we let twenty years go by. As we are both […]
I do not intend for this blog to be political, and I have spent my days since my last post on October 10 working on a story about my grandmother. It is decidedly apolitical. I have also spent the month watching the headlines and thinking about what is happening in the world and in the […]
PLEASE CHECK OUT MY NEW ACCOUNT AT patreon.com. Just type in the URL, then type in “Dean Robertson” Let me know what you think And before you start reading this blog, ask yourself one serious question: Have you ever seen anything that looks better than that slice of “California Dreaming” pizza from Cogan’s […]
Chapter Two “I Supposed Mr. Ainsworth Had Taken a Room” Camilla Considers For a good long while, several months at least, I saw almost nothing of our boarder, Mr. Martin Ainsworth. His days were entirely taken up either by long sessions when Father provided detailed instructions on what needed doing and how it should be […]
# THE BLOG BEGINS: FIRST DRAFT: It has occurred to me that my insecurities about the short story are mostly grounded in a fear of the […]
Prologue Camilla 1908 It was an odd sort of day, in spite of the predictable late August weather. As always in this corner of northwestern Georgia, it was hotter than blue blazes and so humid that even the rambunctious new puppy was panting on the front porch, his chin drooping half […]
I want to write a novel about her. The woman on that waterfall, probably in her fifties when the photograph was taken, was my father’s mother, and I have a great deal to say about her. Far more than enough to fill the pages of a novel. The only problem, and it is a big […]
