Cameron D. Garriepy's Blog, page 27

Five True Things

Another Sunday, another five true things. These were fun last week. Neko Case’s voice gives me chills. Every time. I’ve put more than twenty-five hundred new words into the Damselfly manuscript today, and it feels good to stretch my writing … Continue reading →

Mercy

“Do you think he’s very handsome?” Mercy Atkinson brought the photograph as close to her face as possible without touching the fragile image to her delicate nose. She was momentarily distracted by a bar of sunlight falling over her yellow-gold … Continue reading →

Finishing is Scary

Don’t get me wrong. It’s thrilling, but there’s a generous dose of terror involved, too. After all, once I finish… in this case a draft of a forthcoming novel, I have to follow through. Hopefully soon. And then this new … Continue reading →

Blur

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Really, is there anything Ferris didn’t have an answer for? My Small Boy will finish preschool in about a month. His … Continue reading →

Five True Things

These five things are true in the moment I am writing: My kitchen smells of curry. The lily of the valley I picked for myself a few nights ago days ago has lost its scent. I am thirsty. My eyelids … Continue reading →

Angry Birds Drama: A Guest Post By the Small Boy

“Mama? I would like to make a book. Like you make grown up books.” Sweet, sweet words, my friends. How could I not share the fruits of his labor? *I wrote his words, but they are his own, unedited.

The Accidental Dogwood

We didn’t notice it as a sapling, there behind the shed, sheltered by the fence. We were too busy dealing with the immediate concerns of moving into an architectural mongrel of a fixer-upper. By the time I realized it was … Continue reading →

Whipple Holler

Daddy put the oddest assortment of things in my satchel. I expect he thought I was already a dead girl when he lit out for what used to be Whipple Holler and the cracked asphalt river that he say’ll take … Continue reading →

Hooley’s Incentivized Space Program

Angry Birds and Bad Piggies abound chez Garriepy. My Small Boy’s plush friends accompany him around the house, inhabiting sofa forts and pillow hideaways. That guy over there is called Lala. He has a house, but today it was Hooley … Continue reading →

A Small Sadness of Perspective

Felix and I are reading The Borrowers. My old paperback copy’s pages are a little yellowed. They don’t have the leather and vanilla scent of antique books; they’re not quite that old, but there’s a dry paper perfume that wafts … Continue reading →