In September 2010, an excerpt from Kelcey Parker’s then-unfinished Liliane's Balcony appeared in the first issue of Talking Writing. Now, we’re pleased to present another excerpt from the completed work in conjunction with Rose Metal Press.
Yes, I love Thompson the writer—but, Christ, his followers!
It turns out that human beings—even writers—do need sleep. Authors are creative human beings, not machines.
Sitting down to write this is the longest stretch I’ve managed in two days, and it’s because I’m on a deadline.
I steered clear of anything creative, preferring the safety of science over nuance. I lived my life with one finger on my own pulse.
When we say the woods are quiet,/we mean a kind of spatial silence,/nothing moving/faster than the red squirrel
Forget the muse. My attention thief looks like Harpo Marx. He’s the guy honking his horn or grabbing my leg, whether I’m sitting at the computer or under a tree.
