A brief outline of Kallan’s psyche and thoughts on being a writer while I have my morning coffee.
Who Am I?
On 7 March 2015 at 12:22 I wrote this article. Ten minutes later, I tried to write a second article to answer the question: who am I? When that failed, I began writing Broken. This article ignited the idea for the 96,000 word macabre memoir that I would write in just two weeks. Who Am […]
The Author speaks on “Broken”
Driven by a desperate need to define myself, I began writing Broken on 7 March 2015 hoping to find an answer to one question: Who am I? What emerged was a 90,000 word macabre memoir that explores the psyche of a thirty-five-year old woman who survived a number of traumatic events back to back. The […]
Angela’s Dictionary
A collection of words I made up (with definitions) because sometimes “there just isn’t a word for that and there should be.”
The HMS Slush Brain
Slush Brain (noun) : The condition a writer comes down with after spending eight hours editing or researching. Symptoms include, but are not limited to poor spelling, atrocious grammar, and an inability to stop talking. Example in a sentence: Angela often has slush brain. Argh! Welcome aboard, mateys! This is Captain “Princess” Boozic and I […]
Did you know…
Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse 5) and Joseph Heller (Catch-22) served together in WWII. In both books, Slaughterhouse 5 and Catch-22, each author refers to the other. Reading Catch-22 encouraged me to pick up Slaughterhouse 5 after seeing Heller speak so respectfully of “an author he served with named Vonnegut”.
Deleted chapter…with Bergen!
So…I’m busting my arse through the final stage of the revisions and some changes I applied made on entire chapter obsolete. I highlighted the piece, raised my shaking index finger, muttered a series of short, pathetic sobs I attempted to stifle, then hit, “Delete”…and promptly broke down in complete disarray. All that work, all that […]
Chapter One of Bane
CHAPTER 1 Her song found me on the road and pulled at me like something out of a dream like when you know you have to find the end to a tunnel. So you look, but you’re not sure what it is you’re looking for. I knew what I had to find, the moment […]
Bergen Beyond
Bergen shoves his way into the little corner of Angela’s website he has preserved for himself. A bottle of Guinness clutched, too comfortably, in his hand. Perhaps he’s had one too much to drink…or five. Perhaps something deeper troubles him. The light is out save the single candle that burns on one of the tables. […]
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