What we are to each other doesn’t go away. Our people don’t go away. And that changes everything.
What We Are To Each Other Sticks: On Kohelette and the Power of Memories
“Wicherek Way” and Some Truth in Fiction
"For better or for worse, she’d never given any hint of discomfort when her dreams had to face reality." - from "Wicherek Way," a short story from the world of the forthcoming novel Kohelette I wouldn't say my fiction is autobiographical, but I do find myself drawing on bits of real-life experience to ground my... Continue Reading →
Spending Time with Creative Block: Reflections on The Joy of a Field
I dread "the block.” It comes in all shapes and sizes for all kinds of creative projects. It frustrates the heck out of people whose well-meaning efforts it stalls. Ever been there? It’s not fun. Unfortunately, my most recent novel, The Joy of a Field, left me spending more time with creative block than either of... Continue Reading →
Creative Breaks: A Summer in Photos
Though I wrote a lot this summer, I also needed time to reflect on that writing and to not even think about that writing. I'm sure many parts of life - creative and otherwise - are like that. It helps to take breaks. This summer, two of my best "break" activities were morning bike rides... Continue Reading →
On Baking Bread and Not Knowing What I’m Doing
Sometimes I don’t really know what I’m doing. It’s not always a bad thing. For instance, I’ve had a hankering to bake rye bread lately – real rye bread that smells like yeast and rises on the kitchen counter. I knew nothing about any of it, but I decided a few months ago that a... Continue Reading →
Intentional Places: On Where We Spend Time
I’ve begun volunteering at a local library. Up the steep stairs of an old Greek Revival-style house, artist studios share space with this small, independent lending library focused on women’s history. It drew my attention the very first evening I climbed those stairs and looked around. I’d gone out exploring on one of our city’s... Continue Reading →
Callie J. Smith 