We’ve been having incredible weather here. Days and days of sunshine (rare in Alaska), warm temps (again, rare in Alaska) and daylight stretching toward midnight. How can a person possibly stay indoors and write? Well, this person can’t. I’ve had four days off from work and crammed in so much outdoor time that I’m almost… Read More Lots and lots o’ summer, Alaska style
I had the most incredible urge to reread Peter Straub’s Ghost Story. So my partner biked all the way to the library and checked it out for me. He’s special like that. I love this book, love how the writing veers toward literary, love how Straub’s mind works, how he slips in little asides that add… Read More What I’m reading (hint: it’s scary)
We are having incredible weather up here, sunny, warm and delicious. Better yet, it’s supposed to hit the 70s by this weekend. The 70s, people! For most of you, that is probably no big deal, just normal springtime weather. But here in Alaska, it’s a reason to rejoice, to kick off the long pants, pull… Read More Sunshine!
My flash fiction piece “Savages” is up at Panoplyzine. Here’s the beginning: Savages by Cinthia Ritchie Summers, we live like savages out at our mother’s fish camp. We don’t bathe. We wear the same clothes for weeks. Our smells swim through the tent, thick and oily. Our teeth remain unbrushed and after a few days our gums… Read More Flash fiction up at Panoplyzine
Well, Epiphany Magazine doesn’t want the submission I sent for their chapbook contest. A bummer. I’m having a hard time placing it since it crosses genres and steps outside the boundaries of tense and structure. But they were very nice plus they spelled my name right so kudos to them. (And how can you not like… Read More Two acceptances and a rejection
So there I was late one night, furiously browsing the submissions lists on various websites and bookmarking contests and magazines. Unlike most, I don’t choose magazines by rank or so-called “quality.” I choose by feel. I want my work placed in magazines where they’d feel at home, and where I’d feel at home. I don’t… Read More Work up at Skinny Poetry Journal
We’re up to over 16 hours of daylight here in Anchorage and though temps are still hovering in the low 50s, it feels like summer because, get this, the green is back. I can’t tell you how hungry I am for the sight of green. It makes me almost giddy. Of course, I’m partial to… Read More Twilight blues, with Seriously