An Interview With Andrew Richardson, Author of "The Shoot"
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I’ve invited Andrew Richardson back again to talk about his latest release—"The Shoot"-- coming out on December 7 from Eternal Press. About a year ago, I reviewed Best Fantastic Erotica (Circlet Press), edited by Cecilia Tan, for The Fix. Not all the stories were to my liking, but I was impressed by the number of feminist stories therein. "The Shoot" holds its own amongst them, and I mean that in a very positive way: stories that celebrate the things that make being female special, not the least of which is the friendship and the solidarity with and understanding of other women.



A naïve woman learns some lessons in love.

Kath Mahoney only attends her friend’s first glamour photo shoot because Pippa needs someone to drive her there. Kath expects to find the day boring, but her interest is stirred when the photographer, Rob, turns out to be a sexy, blonde, former model called Robyn.

Andrew, this story is a big departure from the supernatural horror you normally write. Not only is it mainstream, it's erotic women's fiction. You've always impressed me with your ability to write from the female point of view, but this story tested that to the highest degree since it involves a F/F love scene. Do you find it difficult to write from the female viewpoint?


I’ve never found using a female viewpoint difficult – or, at least, I find it less difficult than using a male viewpoint. I’m not a great fan of strong lead characters, who are often also loud, arrogant and generally obnoxious (am I the only one who watched Alien and was begging the monster to get Ripley?). It’s probably a highly sexist thing to say, but readers will probably let you get away with your hero being a bit more quiet and thoughtful if she’s a she. That’s nearer my personality too, so I find it easier to write, which is probably why I’m happy to use the female viewpoint.

And I didn’t find the female-female love scene more difficult than a male-female encounter from the physical or emotional side of things. The main challenge was the practical one of having to use words like ‘she’ or ‘hers’ sparingly so people don’t get confused about which character is being referred to – which is obviously not a problem in male-female scenes.

Hmm, sounds like that getting in touch with your animus/animae thing a al Karl Jung. No matter, it works. You've often said you dislike writing sex scenes but you're so good at it. Do the characters tell you where the story is supposed to go or does it spring from the plot?

Yes, I do dislike writing sex scenes, and if you think I’m good at it, then that’s a complement and a relief. Sex scenes need a different technique than the horror genre I’m used to dealing with, and I do find writing erotic pieces hard work.

In general, my stories are very much plot driven. I usually start with a plot outline, and mould the characters around the story’s needs. I do think that characters are one of the joys of writing, though, and the way they act and interact is very much down to them. I particularly enjoy taking characters aside and giving them sub-plots that rely on their personalities.

I know, because I read them both, that the characters in "The Shoot" are the same as those in The Wood, your novel released last spring by Eternal Press. What nudged you in the direction of writing this latest story which is a prequel of sorts?

"The Shoot" started off as a flashback scene within The Wood – it was one of the asides I enjoy that I mentioned just now. It didn’t really work as part of The Wood, though, but I did think it had possibilities. I gave it the tweaks it needed to make it a stand-alone piece, and I’m delighted that Eternal Press liked it.

Do you plan to write more stories like this--mainstream or F/F erotic fiction? Have you considered other subgenres of erotica, or does it all depend upon what inspiration strikes you at any given moment?

I’m not seriously planning any more erotica –"The Shoot" became a stand-alone almost by accident! I don’t read much erotica (actually, make that zero!) so I don’t know very much about the genre. I’ve got a few story ideas but they’re not likely to get written as I’ve no way of judging whether even the basic plot outlines are viable. I got quite a bit of help with "The Shoot" – many thanks to fellow Eternal press author Gianna Bruno who gave loads of advice on writing erotica (Gianna’s "Hot Chocolate Kiss" is due out in January).

I know you have a special love of Celtic legend and most of your novels rely heavily on it. What other interests inform your writing? Who are some other writers whose work influences yours?

I loved having books and films push me to the boundaries of comfort as a child, and that gently led me down the route toward horror. History is another passion, so I suppose it’s not surprising that most of my work is historical horror. I studied the Celts at university, so I’m writing what I know.

My main influence is Richard Laymon, who I think is (or, sadly, was – R.I.P.) truly a genius. He has a sparse style, but you still feel you know his characters after only a couple of sentences. He took a lot of risks, and reading him gave me the confidence to try to push boundaries myself. One of my proudest moments as a writer was visiting the forum at "Horror Writers UK"
http://horrorwriters.net/ and seeing "The Wood" discussed in a thread on the same page as Laymon’s work.

Can you tell us about your current works in progress?

I’ve got irons in a few fires at the moment. My favourite is a novel I’ve just finished, set in post-Roman North Wales. It was hard work as it is primarily fantasy, which was challenging but fun because like "The Shoot" it’s taken me
away from my comfort zone. I’m also working on a slasher set in a medieval Scottish castle – anyone who saw the film Highlander will recognise the keep I’m using for a basis. But I am missing ‘doing’ Celtic myth and I keep being tempted away from my works in progress to revisit legend-based Fomorians, who seem to have made an impression with The Wood’s readers!

Writing out of your comfort zone is good. You taught me that. And, yes those Fomorians. They wreak quite a bit of havoc in The Wood. Where can readers connect with you, and how can they order a copy of "The Shoot" and/or The Wood?

"The Shoot" and The Wood are both available from Eternal Press -
http://www.eternalpress.ca/Richardson.html - and from Amazon.

My web site and blog are at:

http://ajrichardson.tripod.com/
http://andrewjrichardson.blogspot.com/

Before signing off I’d like to thank you for having me, and also acknowledge those people who’ve helped me get two novels published. My name may be the one on the covers, but I have had so much help from a lot of people.

I’m very grateful to the people at Eternal Press, and to Dark Realm Press who published my first novel. In addition, a lot of people have looked at drafts and helped with technique, or with encouragement when writer’s block has struck. This includes you, Carole, of course, and Phil, who is an established author with Black Horse Westerns.

You’re quite welcome, Andrew. I really love this story and think a lot of readers will too. It’s always a pleasure to trade critiques with you, and I’ve also learned a lot from your insights.

When You're Up to Your Ass in Alligators.....
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….it's hard to remember your mission was to drain the swamp. Not sure who said that originally, but I clearly remember the cartoon hanging over a co-worker's desk.

Life has been snapping at my rear, but I've been biting back. For the last three weeks I've been preoccupied with health care reform to the exclusion of almost everything else. Unfortunately, no I'm no longer wholeheartedly in favor of it due to the unfortunate decision made by House Democrats to allow the Stupak amendment to pass, effectively making being female a pre-existing condition. It just got worse, and more confusing, as the US Preventative Services Task Force issued their report on mammograms, then ACOG issued new guidelines about changes in screening for cervical cancer.

In addition to answering questions from patients and debate about the new proposals and guidelines with my colleagues, I've summarized my thoughts on the subject on my Livejournal professional blog.

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This week I wrote to my Senators and Congressman, sent an op-ed for The New York Times (they didn’t want it) and then a letter to the editor sounding the alarm about the ridiculous conclusions made by Dr. Phillip Levine in his New York Times Op-Ed on 11/25. It was Honestly, this is not sour grapes but wasn't there anyone else who submitted an Op-Ed piece on the subject of women's reproductive health care with more knowledge and expertise than an economist? They could have printed mine instead of subjecting us to Levine's misogynist platitudes twice.

www.nytimes.com/2009/11/25/opinion/25levine.html

Never mind, but this kind of writing isn't fun for me and takes huge amounts of time to refine and edit. And I can't post any of it here since I'm submitting to other publications. But rest assured, I am not being quiet and well-behaved.

I haven't had time to post an excerpt of "The Dance Class" as promised. I'd also hoped to post an excerpt of "'Tis the Season" to kick off the shopping season but it will be done in time for Christmas.

Today I had a day off (yeah!) and began with a piece of lemon meringue pie and coffee while catching up on email and correspondence. Disgusted with myself, I raked leaves till I broke a sweat, then had a turkey sandwich with stuffing and mayo before I went to a much needed yoga class. It got really cold this afternoon, and I had a blister on my finger already so the rest of the leaves had to wait. I popped a turkey in the oven and had coffee and a piece of pecan pie while working on two interviews for next week, plus writing recommendations for a friend applying to an MFA program. By the time the turkey was done, so was I.

After this, I'll spend some time editing and reading another chapter of Thunderer by Felix Gilman. Tomorrow and Sunday will be devoted to editing and some critiques I owe, plus getting moving on the Jules Verne criticism piece and the Campbell nominee piece left over from my to do list after Worldcon. I want both done by the end of the year and have finally finished reading all the materials.

Sad news about The Fix: it seems as with Tangent before it the temporary hiatus for website upgrade has become permanent. I really enjoyed working with the other reviewers and editor Eugie Foster and now have no where to send my upcoming publications for a good, objective review.

For those of you also on Blogger, I've created a page there which, at least for the time being, will be an exact duplicate of this one. Please friend/follow me!

http://caroleannmoleti.blogspot.com

Since Yahoo 360 went away, I've been looking for a site that is more user friendly with a broader audience and eventually will reserve the Livejournal blog for purely writing related activities. Trouble is, I write about health care, politics, and current events as well as fiction, so it gets mixed up far too often.

Next week, I'll be interviewing my writing friend, Andrew Richardson who has a new short story coming out with Eternal Press on December 7.

The Silence is Deafening
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My joy that the health care reform bill passed in the House last week was short lived. I didn't believe it when a friend informed me that the bill included a provision precluding use of Federal funds for abortion in the public option. But soon after, the news broke-- all too quietly. The New York Times has published editorials and op-ed all week condemning this as unacceptable, but I have seen or heard little else in the media and from big lobbying groups which I support with my member dues.

The silence on the part of the Obama administration on the matter, particularly in view of the previous flurry of daily correspondence is also troubling. As is the reaction several usually well informed and progressive male colleagues and friends have shared: "It was the only way to get the bill passed. They'll fix it later."

The biggest shock was a (male) associate's comment: "An abortion only costs a couple hundred dollars so women can just pay out of pocket."


WTF!!!??? Like women who are availing themselves of the public option have that kind of money? Drugs to treat erectile dysfunction don't cost too much so how about you guys pay out of pocket for that, your penile pumps and the like? It takes two to create a pregnancy.

Ouch. Like a kick in the balls, right? Yeah, and you deserve it, buddy. Line up, girls!

To exclude a legal medical procedure that half the population could need at some time or another amounts to the biggest pre-existing condition exclusion imaginable: Being female.

I'm calling my Senators, for sure. And telling them to pull their support for the health care reform bill unless this travesty is reversed. This is not a bill about abortion, it's about health care for everyone in the United States.

I feel grossly betrayed by the Obama camp, having spent countless hours and considerable effort on the reform effort, only to hear NOTHING about how this is going to be addressed. And until I do, all my efforts will be devoted to fighting the bill. No reform is better than this. Lousy care should prevail for all people if it means that only men are going to get the benefit of a new system.

To my colleagues in the American Public Health Association and the American College of Nurse-Midwives: Where the hell are you? Cat got your tongue all of a sudden?

This feels like the opening of a new chapter in Margaret Atwood"s The Handmaid's Tale.

Sisters, listen to me good. Many of you are too young to remember the days when women died or were maimed for life from back alley, green soap, and coat hanger abortions. Or were forced to have more babies than their bodies, hearts and minds could handle.But it happened. I saw it, plenty of times. Do not take the rights guaranteed and upheld by the Supreme Court in Roe vs. Wade for granted. This is the kind of paternalistic, sexist decision making seen in Third World and Middle Eastern countries and it has no place in the United States.

Yell, scream, protest. Kick as many balls as you have to. Wearing stilettos. Wearing combat boots. Wearing whatever you like. Women are in the majority and we vote. Unless they decide to revoke that right, too.

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FACT: TODAY'S THE DAY! CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVE. IT JUST TAKES A FEW MINUTES. http://ping.fm/dSzs0

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FACT: Politico: the Republican plan doesn't keep insurers from dropping you when you're sick, but they must let you know you're being dropped.

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FACT: The GOP plan would cut the deficit by just $68 billion over the next ten years-the Democratic plan by $104 billion over the same period.

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FACT: The CBO also estimates that under the Republican bill the number of uninsured Americans would increase to 52 million by 2019.

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FACT: The New York Times reports the GOP plan doesn't stop insurers from refusing to cover you because of a pre-existing condition.

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FACT: The Republican Health Care plan would barely make a dent in most of our premiums, and could lead to higher premiums for older Americans.

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House Republicans released their health reform plan. Congresswoman Debbie Schultz calls it the "Health Insurance Company Protection Act."

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Bizarre election news in Queens: Democrat Kevin Kim alleges Republican Dan Halloran is a witch. A Republican witch?! Kim loses. ROTFLMAO.

Endless Possibilites
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I am a firm believer in the Jungian concept of synchronicity. It was no coincidence that the publication of "Endless Possibilities," which chronicles the host of feelings dredged up by attending a grammar school reunion in 2005, coincided with attending the All Class Reunion of St Frances de Chantal Grammar School, Bronx, New York on October 10, 2009.

This excerpt of my memoir examines a time in my life when I struggled with what I wanted to do, now that I was all grown up. At the age of seven, I decided to become a nurse. A year or so ago, as burned out as a lump of charcoal, I would sometimes scream at the mirror "You must have been out of your mind!"

All that collided big time as I faced my grammar school buddies, in 2005 and 2009, with whom I spent eight years of my life-the years when one goes from childhood to adolescence and remains brimming with the sense of endless possibilities. Jeez, we lived through the assassination of JFK and RFK together. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated the night before our Confirmation. Will you ever forget Sr. Mary Gertrude getting the T.V. on so we could watch the Mets win the World Series and the fans rolling up the sod to take home as souvenirs? She was one of the cooler nuns, I must say.

A special shout out to Marianne, George and John S., who have cameos in this piece. And Sr. Lucille, I saw you at Mass on October 10th but missed saying hello and getting yelled at again. If you surf the net, you can hit reply and chew me out for all the world to see.

Thanks to all the members of the Class of ’71, no matter where you are, for being such an important part of my life. Kenny, Richard, John H., Gary, George--we’ve met up from time to time at odd places-liquor stores, Bickford’s Pancake House in Rhode Island on the way to the Cape, Lamaze classes. I will never forget my tomboy self carousing in the back of the classroom when the nuns used to put me in the middle of you all, thinking a girl would calm you down. Thanks for teaching me how to play handball with a "Spauldeen" against a brick wall before they rang that goddamn brass bell for morning line-up.

Marianne, Karen Ann, I had this moment of nostalgia the other night, standing on top of what used to be the hopscotch court, thinking about how we used to pull bobby-pins out of our hair and clip them together since they didn’t roll out of the boxes like pebbles when we tossed them. Remember how we used to hold our skirts down when we hopped and bent over to retrieve them so the nuns didn’t whack us on the ass with yardsticks for being indecent?

During those jump rope sessions, too. Damn, I never got the hang of Double Dutch and my feet still get tangled up when doing fast ballet combinations-but that’s the subject of "The Dance Class," also in This Path. I’ll post some of that next week.

Shit, you guys still call me Carole Ann (or "Ca" which must be a Bronx thing because some of my patients do that, too) though the rest of the modern world generally shortens it for ease and convenience.

If anyone wants an autographed copy of This Path, including two of my essays, ping me back and I’ll get it to you right away. There are class pictures from the fourth and seventh grade at facebook.com/cmoleti. 

Read an excerpt of Endless Possibilities )

The night seemed full of endless possibilities, like life thirty-five years ago. I stood in the lobby of the posh Marina Del Rey at the 75th anniversary of the Saint Frances de Chantal grammar school, Bronx, New York. The '50s vintage dress that called to me at an antique show fit like it had been custom made. I thought I looked pretty good with the gray dyed out and six pounds lighter than last year. Those anti-wrinkle creams seemed to work. They sure cost enough. 

I never attended a high school reunion but instead was drawn way back to my grammar school days. I remember only a few names and faces, most notably, Marianne. We don't see each other often, but just like tuning into a soap opera you haven't watched in years, we easily pick up the story line and move on.

I waited for Marianne, watching the lights of the Bronx-Whitestone Bridge glimmer like tiny beacons over cold, dark Long Island Sound.  I moved across the bridge to Queens seventeen years ago. I still work the streets of the Bronx but death, distance, or the ravages of time have broken all ties to friends and family. Alone, mesmerized by the tinkling fountain, I held back tears remembering when this neighborhood was an innocent idealist's only view of the world.

The cell phone bleated. "Sorry, I'll be there in a minute, got stuck in traffic." Marianne rushed in from the parking lot and gave me a hug. "You look fantastic."

We studied the collage of old class pictures. Marianne picked me out: the girl with a headband and hair in a pony tail, tights, uniform dress with a bow tie, and a big smile. We sipped drinks, nibbled hors'd'oeuvres, and found the "Class of 1971" table. 

John, one of the two "boys" who had been my close friends, smiled when he saw me. "Hi, Carole Ann. You haven't changed a bit." 

Sister Mary Lucille, at least eighty, peered at me and waved a gnarled, bony finger. "You're one of the Moleti girls, and none of you took French." Nuns never give up.

"That's right, Sister," I said, "but Spanish serves me well."            

George suggested we take the few surviving sisters for a boat ride in the dark and dump them overboard to get even for all those bruises. We laughed, reminisced, and tears flowed on my way home in the pouring rain as I crooned Streisand's tune "The Way We Were."

 

©Carole Ann Moleti, 2009. All rights reserved. May not be reproduced in any form without permission of the author.

 

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Official Press Release: Four Excerpts of Someday I'm Going to Write a Book Published
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Carole Ann Moleti, midwife, family nurse practitioner, and lifelong New Yorker, has chronicled her career as a public health professional in some of the most dangerous and medically underserved areas in New York City.

  

Excerpts of her memoir Someday I'm Going to Write a Book: Diary of an Urban Missionary, including the Oasis Journal 2009 contest winner for Best Nonfiction "Everything Must Go," have been published in Oasis Journal, This Path, and Thanksgiving to Christmas: A Patchwork of Stories, and Noneuclidean Cafe.

 

Carole's writing packs an emotional punch, tinged with New York humor to temper the often troubling real-life dramas she has been a part of during her thirty-year career.

 

Nancy Wall, author of The Swiftness of Crows: Poems of Two Continents, says of Carole's work:

 

"... excellent use of detail paints a remarkable picture of character, place, and time."

 

 

"'Tis the Season"  In Thanksgiving to Christmas: A Patchwork of Stories, edited by Dixon Hearne, AWOC.com, August 2009.

 

Hysterical musings on the influence of the shopping goddess.

 

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Thanksgiving-To-Christmas/Dixon-Hearne/e/9780937660584/?itm=2

 

 

In This Path,  edited by Greene, Haigler, Reilly-Bishop and Rollins, Silver Boomer Books, October 2009.

 

"The Dance Class"

 

It's what you don't see coming that knocks you off your feet.

 

"Endless Possibilities"

 

Looking deep inside, and a good kick in the ass, can help when the realities of life bury passion and commitment. 

 

www.amazon.com/This-Path-Ginny-Greene/dp/0980212049/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1256174384&sr=1-2http://

 

 

"Everything Must Go." In Oasis Journal 2009, Imago Press, October 2009.

 

This winner of the Best Nonfiction Prize examines the birth and death of innocence, and the enduring effect of families in our lives.

 

http://www.amazon.com/OASIS-Journal-2009-Leila-Joiner/dp/1935437089/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1256174308&sr=1-2

 

Also by Carole Ann Moleti )

National Day of Action on Heatlh Care Reform
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Join me on Twitter, Facebook, and my blogs to support health care reform.

Call your representatives and voice your opinion.
This link makes it easy.

You don't have to be a Democrat to make your feelings known.

http://www.democrats.org/TTDCall

Boulevard of Bad Spells and Broken Dreams
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Every major household appliance I have is dead or dying. The dishwasher won't fill. The microwave won't run for anything less than four minutes. My oven door doesn't close all the way and the back burners on the stove will only light if the front burners are turned on. The gas grill won't light and has foiled all attempts at cleaing and replacing parts. My washing machine has to be manually advanced from the fill to wash cycle, and the dryer is making a noise like the belt is about to snap.
 
On Monday morning, the blowdryer blew out. There must either be a poltergeist about, or I've got some super charged electrical current running through me.

To top that off, my car has been in the shop at least once a week for stupid shit like headlights constantly blowing out and the fuel filler door snapping off. It just had a major tune up and new brakes and then, last Friday, began screetching so loud the entire South Bronx stared at me while I was driving to work. The bushings were replaced yesterday, now it is making noise from the back. The passenger door handle won't open from the inside and the onboard computer is bonkers. The power steering is funky and I have no idea what the whishing and grinding noise is. This is a very expensive Volvo, supposedly built to go 200,000 miles. Don't think so. Buyers, beware.
 
I don't know where to start. Will find out when the repair person comes what can be salvaged will head to Home Depot or Lowes ( a migraine waiting to happen, but what can you do?) And we have to go buy a new car, not what I need now, what with college tuition to pay.
 
At least I have a second job, which is very happy to have me. But I got almost NO writing done last week and my neck feels like it's in a vise Missed yoga, but made myself take the time for two dance classes. Nailed my combinations, I must say. Left foot holding out, extension seems a bit higher and more solid so at least something is working.
 
The Muse Conference is this week, I have two pitches to do, and those manuscripts must be proofed.
 
I'm trying not to whine because several folks I know are facing serious personal or family illness issues, and after all, a car is a car. Washing dishes isn't so bad, and there is take out, plus paper plates and cups. Friday night I had dinner with some girlfriends from work and the St. Frances de Chantal reunion was fantastic. I'll get the pictures posted on Facebook as soon as I have time.
 
I was inspired by all this to write the opening of a new urban fantasy short "Boulevard of Bad Spells and Broken Dreams." Lots of noir fun, but now I need a plot. And I need to get back to editing the two stories being pitched and gear up for the Muse Conference crazies.
 
Gawd, Anticiworkshop starts this week, I owe soooo many crits, reviews.......
 

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Here is the link to author pages for This Path

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Testing my mobile phone ping link. Setting this up takes too much time!

The Rats are Winning
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Egads, what a week at work! Our new social worker hasn't started yet, and dealing with both complex medical and psychosocial issues requires more time than I have in a day. I was so exhausted and stressed out it was impossible to come home and do much of anything. Plus, there was "Meet the Teacher" nights for two kids so I missed Annie Proulx at the 92nd Street Y and my dance classes.

I was lucky and went to Maya's. Second grade instructions revolve around lunch money collection, arts and crafts, class trips, and other little kid things. Even the chairs are little. John got to go to Adam's at high school. He got to hear about pre-calculus and AP US History, Regents Chemistry and Italian, SAT, SATII, college search....

I got home early enough to do crits, though I still owe a few.

This long weekend I plan to catch up on homework and reading for my Flash Fiction class, send out more press releases, send a submission to Creative Nonfiction, and another proposal for Someday.

Here are the links my recent publications. The essay that won the award (I still can't believe it) will be out any day.

"Of Anticipation, First Contact, and Filk"

http://www.irosf.com/q/zine/article/10585

My Worldcon blog for The Internet Review of Science Fiction, with a few pictures. There are more pictures on my Facebook.

http://www.facebook.com/cmoleti


"Tis the Season"  In Thanksgiving to Christmas: A Patchwork of Stories, edited by Dixon Hearne, AWOC.com, August 2009.
 
 
Hysterical musings on the influence of the shopping goddess.
 
"The Dance Class" In This Path, Silver Boomer Books.
 
It's what you don't see coming that knocks you off your feet.
 
"Endless Possibilities" In This Path, Silver Boomer Books.
 
Looking deep inside, and a good kick in the ass, can help when passion and commitment  get buried by the realities of life. 
 
 
"Everything Must Go" In Oasis Journal 2009, edited by Leila Joiner, forthcoming by Imago Press, October 2009.
 
This winner of the Best Nonfiction Prize for 2009 examines the birth and death of innocence, and the enduring effect of families in our lives.
 
Also by Carole Ann Moleti:
 
"On the High Seas" in Oasis Journal 2008, edited by Leila Joyner, Imago Press, October 2008.
 
 
What became of seven cuban rafters rescued by a luxury cruise ship off the coast of Cozumel?
 
 
A humorous look at the love affair between Italians and cement.
 
It's all about determination, balance, and practice.

 
Finally, my website is live and all the neat buttons are working.  Stop by and send me a message to let me know what you think:

http://caroleannmoleti.com



Candlelight Vigil-New York Style
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You had to be there to understand. 9/12/01. The stench of burning jet fuel, plastic, paper, and human beings wafted over the City. Every rear car window and front door sported an American flag poster, as did fences around schools, churches, security grates on storefronts.

Everyone waited patiently in security checkpoint lines at the bridges and tunnels. No bosses said a word if you were late for work. No horns, no reckless driving-there wasn't anyplace that seemed important enough to hurry to anymore.

The sounds of commercial jets had been replaced by F-16's flying over the City at regular intervals. The wail of sirens sent people into fits of tears, and there was always someone, often a stranger, there to comfort them, help them.

Candles started appearing at dusk. In windows, on front porches. In my Queens neighborhood, people were spontaneously drawn, carrying anything they could find with a light source, to an impromptu march down the main drag, Bell Boulevard, led by a fire truck, a parish priest from Sacred Heart Parish about to be recalled to active duty, and exhausted police officers and firefighters. We lined the sidewalks, waving flags, burning our fingers, holding hands, singing God Bless America.

I didn't think to take a camera to record it. I was too busy comforting a bereft friend and my kids, barely restraining my own emotions after the horror of the previous day.

A whole block of parking meters was adorned with votives, flames dancing in the warm breeze. While the fires raged downtown and frantic rescue efforts were underway, candle wax dripped over glass and metal onto the concrete sidewalks while viewfinders flashed "time expired." 

I could never re-create that moment, and the feeling of comfort those flickering points of light in the darkness inspired in me, and no doubt many others.

Before the old-fashioned parking meters disappeared, to be replaced by muni-meter boxes that issue tickets for your car window, I immortalized a few as a reminder.

There is still a big empty pit at Ground Zero. The smell is long gone, but every time I look into that hole filled with construction activity, surrounded by a chain link fence, I gag. My heart still races when I hear a siren in the night, a low flying jet screams over my house, or a helicopter hovers with beacons flashing, looking for someone or something.
I will never forget that routine morning that turned into one of the most horrible I ever experienced, making me wonder how people in Israel, Gaza, and other war-ravaged nations survive.

I will never forget The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center and the lowly parking meter, forever linked in my memory.


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