Short stories were my primary genre until one morning while in a workshop at The Santa Barbara Writers Conference, I read an excerpt. When I finished, the instructor, Sid Stebel, asked what I was doing for the next couple years, because, “What you have written isn’t a short story, it’s a novel.” After a good deal of foot dragging I realized the subject matter was so important I took up the challenge and penned the novel, “The Clock of Life.”
My collection of short stories is titled “Like The Flies On The Patio.”
I am now working on a new novel loosely based on the time my friend and I found an old diary in an antique shop and took a road trip to find the lady who wrote in the book. The novel will take the girls cross country and into all sorts of trouble.
My favorite authors include: Pat Conroy, T.C. Boyle, Ray Bradbury, Flannery O’Connor, Susan Cisneros and Barbara Kingsolver
“We parked nose to the curb in front of Koman’s bakery. Gracing the front window were Styrofoam reproductions of Mrs. Koman’s white frosted cakes in the shape of trumpet swans. Six years worth of Dunlap County Fair blue ribbons for the specialty cake category hung from their necks.” Pg. 42
“The light bulbs were stocked along the back wall, past the bins of nails and bolts and nuts and washers. An old grocery scale with a bent needle pointed to half-a-pound, and a stack of small paper bags were next to the bins. A sign above the scale read, “Honor system. Weigh and leave money in the box. The metal box stayed unlocked.” Pg. 51
“What’s goin on, son?” “Nothin, I guess.” I looked across the street at the blue and orange Rexall sign and thought they should change it to Wrecks all.”
“While he was gone I noticed the sweet smell of cinnamon buns drifted down from Koman’s ovens, and the Rexall sign looked right again.” Pg 112
“What kind of hogwash are you feeding the boy?” Birdett Foster’s voice startled me. I hadn’t heard the little bell ring over the front door. I looked up beyond his six-foot-plus, extra long body to the John Deer cap on top of his head. “Just chewin on Jason Lee’s ear about J.L.,” Wally said. “Pull up a chair.” “Don’t mind if I do. Waitin on the wife. She’s at the Busy Bee under one of those dryin helmets. Looks like torture to me.” Pg 59
“The corrugated tin roof crackled and groaned and popped each day when the heat from the sun rose and fell. During the rainy season, the same roof shot water down its furrows onto Mama’s Pride of Mobile azaleas bordering the front porch.” Pg 12
Thank you so much for stopping by today Nancy. It is always so interesting to have an insight into the background for a story and to discover just how an author sets about fact finding and idea gathering, to develop a storyline.
As this was an author invitation to read and review, a Kindle download and PDF of ‘The Clock Of Life’ was sent to me free of charge, by its author, Nancy Klann-Moren.
This will in no way influence any comments I may express about the book, in any blog article I may post. Any thoughts or comments are my own personal opinion and I am in no way being monetarily compensated for this, or any other article.