Final Word Count: 33,948

What a month.

It’s been ok, a wild ride, and I’m not sure I’ve come out of it completely unscathed

I hope I can say it’s finished and ready to be read. I have some “beta” readers lined up; I just need to give them a heads-up that it’s coming, and I can rest for a while.

In case you’re wondering, my thesis title is:

Victoria’s Children: The Orphan Figure in Dickens’s Fiction

Here’s an excerpt from the Introduction

Orphans, then, are people, especially children, deprived of parental guardianship, affection, and privilege on any scale. This loss or deprivation can be physical, as in the loss of a parent by death or abandonment, or figurative/abstract, as in the neglect or overprotection of one or both parents or guardians. These definitions reflect one aspect of orphanhood: the solitude, fear, and unhappiness of being alone or abandoned.

 Orphanhood also suggests freedom from authority: a parentless, thus ruleless existence. Orphans have no one to protect them but also no one to disappoint. This paradox of the orphan condition–the fear and freedom of being alone in the world–is manifest in Victorian culture and literature. Whether we look at the Industrial Revolution, the evolution of the novel, or the specific novels of a particular Victorian author, we see both sides of this orphan condition: solitude, fear, a sense of abandonment, and uncertainty on one side, and independence, boldness, bravery, and creativity or ingenuity on the other.

-me

If you’d like to read the rest, send me a message. I’d love to discuss the topic with you. I am sick of writing about it.

As I did last year, I think I’m taking August off from the blog, but I did want to talk about a special event I have planned for Labor Day weekend:

Join my 1st CREATIVE INTENSIVE, Saturday, September 2nd

Here’s what we’ll do:

• 10-minute warm-up
• 45-minute focus (optionally broken into 3 15-minute parts)
• 5-minute cool down
• Sharing is optional for the remainder of time

I expect it to last from 75 to 90 minutes, and I will announce the official start time closer to the date.

If you’re interested, contact me for more details and the Zoom link.

see you there.

xxxlinsey

Hello all,

As promised, here is an excerpt from one of the short stories I worked on in April. I hope to publish this collection either at the end of this year or the beginning of next. Let me know what you think!

Maria peered in the shop window, putting up a hand to cut the glare. She knew better. Knew she should keep walking, not even stop to look. Her mother used to say looking was for free, but Maria’s eyeballs seemed connected to her wallet all the same. She shouldn’t have even taken this street, come to think of it, but it was too late now. A whole line of boutiques, coffee shops, restaurants, and other money-suckers dotted her path. She should have driven to pick up Chester. It was such a beautiful day, of course, she’d had to walk. They had walked this same path earlier that morning, her with a coffee in one hand, the leash and their shared bagel in the other.

That time of the morning, the only things open were the Mean Bean and the Pampered Pooch. Now it was afternoon, and downtown was bustling.  Maria blew a lock of curly black hair off her forehead. Most of it stuck in the sweat. It wasn’t hot out, but the afternoon had definitely taken a turn for the warm. People crisscrossed the downtown alley, hopping in and out of the shops, stopping to greet each other and catch up. A few vehicles puttered down the street, their engines tapping out at 5 miles per hour.  The sun was out, heating the brick sidewalks where awnings fluttered in a slight breeze.

Maria heard wind chimes and looked up to find some of her parishioners exiting the store. Larry Johnson’s wife, Vera, and their daughter Mabel. Maria smiled in recognition and took a step back, opening her stance to the two ladies. When they saw her, Vera greeted Maria warmly while Mabel stood by smiling shyly. They had just gotten Mabel’s Easter shoes finally after a frantic multi-store search. Vera didn’t know about Maria, but she, for one, was all in favor of small businesses in town. Those big box stores never had what one really needed. Maria did not point out that Vera had shopped the big boxes before settling into the local options. She simply smiled and nodded. Inside she was paralyzed. 

Easter.

She would need something new to wear, of course. She had completely forgotten the holiday was coming up. Bryce, her husband and the pastor of the small Methodist church in town had just lectured her about her spending, but even he would recognize the necessity of his wife sporting new threads for Easter Sunday. Already Maria was plotting how to spend the least amount of money while looking her best. Mentally she scanned her closet for a new or nearly new dress she hadn’t yet worn to church in Middle, Mississippi. Maria couldn’t come up with anything right away, but that didn’t mean she didn’t own something. She found herself telling Vera that was exactly the reason she was stopping by the store. Easter shoes. With that, the Johnson ladies bid their farewells, and Maria entered the shop.

Inside was cool and dark, like dusk, after the bright light outside. Maria stood and let her eyes adjust a few moments before heading toward the dress shoes. She didn’t make a direct beeline; rather, she wandered past the sneakers and put out a tentative finger to touch the tiny Mary Janes and sandals designed for children who surely had no need of footwear. She stepped into the aisle of dress shoes even though she was standing in front of the size 5s and she was closer to a 9. She browsed, making note of the trending styles and colors. She saw strappy sandal options, demure low-heeled pumps, sky-high heels, and everything in between. Blacks and browns were present but few and far between. Spring and summer colors dotted the shelves, the closed boxes stacked high toward the ceiling. Maria let her fingers trail over satin, leather, and plastic. She inhaled the scent of cardboard and industrial cleaner. 

What do you think? Let me know in the comments below or email me for a chat. I look forward to hearing from you.

xxxlinsey