Admiration


Sometimes, while reading, I come across a line so beautiful, so well-crafted, that I wish I could put the words on the floor and roll on them like a dog to get their scent all over me and in some small way impart a bit of their magic to my own writing.  Such a line is this:

“She was a whiskey-soaked stretch of indestructible leather…” (from “Orcadia” by Timothy Irish Watt, appearing in the Spring & Summer 2009 issue of Alaska Quarterly Review.)

Entreat the gods and goddesses of writing (Nisaba and Nabu of Mesopotamia; Sehat and Thoth of Egypt; Fuxi, Wenchang and Cangjie of China; the Hindu Saravati and Greek Hermes; Norse Odin; and Ogma and Ogmios of Ireland) to bless you with such words.  THAT is what we strive for!

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About Melissa Crandall

Longer ago than I care to admit--although I will--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and media tie-in novels. Since then, I've moved on to narrative nonfiction, speculative fiction, and essays. I write to explore and understand the world around me, the things I see and experience nearby or from a distance. If I shake myself up, cool. If I shake you up, even better. Not gratuitously--what's the point in that?--but to set what I know, or think I know, on end and realize, "Well, doesn't it look different from this side!" My work is neither sexually explicit nor graphically violent. Let's face it - your imaginations will come up with things far worse than anything I could write, no matter how descriptive. Besides, it's just not my thing. I live in Connecticut with my supportive husband Ed, a cat named Ruby who might just think she's a dog, and an epileptic Australian shepherd named Holly who isn't quite certain anymore who she is, except she knows she loves her mommy.
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