When I was 49, I thought, “You know, I’ve always wanted to go into the Peace Corps. Maybe I don’t really need to be writer; maybe this isn’t meant to be.” So I downloaded Peace Corps applications. I found that they did take old people. And I was really thinking about doing a whole other change in my life.
by Evelyn Somers
I had another leap of faith. I hadn’t seen another book on this subject, the subculture. I knew I had an interesting character. He was willing to share everything with me. So I kept on.
I’ve been able to give myself time, money, and a room of my own. So no excuses, and no regrets.
by Kim Church
The soft thump of his jeans dropping on the floor. His breath, which is quiet even when he’s breathing hard. He doesn’t talk when they have sex, or make her say what she wants. He keeps his eyes open all the way to the end. He doesn’t go inside himself like other men. With other men, you could be anyone. With William she is Addie.
by Nicki Leone
The kitchens … are the small domains of the servant classes and the stage for their dramas. Ruled by the cook, presided over by the valet, they are where those in favor lord it over those in disgrace, and where those with ambition do their best to climb over the backs of those in decline.
“Some mysterious combination of stars seem to align for some titles. Who knows why? One can’t simply say, well, it’s the book. There are lots of great books published every year that don’t find their readerships. Why do some work and others not work on a commercial level? Who knows?”
When you talk of Southern literature, what do you mean? There are 10,000 Souths. Cracker South. Cajun South. Cowboy South. Souths in wiregrass, bluegrass, prairie grass, sawgrass. We’re as diverse as Europe here. Writers do their best, I think, to write about their own little postage stamps of experience.