My essay is published here…Education Week
I was thrilled to hear Education Week accepted my essay for a January 20th publication in issue #18. I submitted it back in October and forgot about it. Hopefully, the topic will spur some healthy discussion on a national level related to special education, discerning teens, and the need to include an exit plan, if possible, before high school.
And then there is my fiction”Until I was Bone”which is forthcoming. I’m honored to have a second story (first being “Voices”) picked up by Brent Armour, Editor in Chief of HelloHorror, for a January publication. I’m naturally intrigued and drawn into the psychological, eerie aspects of people/characters and atmosphere and it finds its way into my writing, inadvertently at times (if that makes sense).
Nice start to ring in the new year (as far as publications are concerned).
My poem “Go Around One More Time” is up now in Literary Orphans thanks to Scott Waldyn, Editor. Terrific art, mag and thrilled to contribute again. Link here.
My latest in the Hartford Courant.
Now, I’m researching plausibility theory. A part of me feels like I need to move forward, but I am stalled, tweaking, endlessly, to the introduction, back to the middle, then to the end, then back and forth, and now the introduction, tweaking the opening lines more, because I decided to go for a slightly different tone that has become more the flavor. Simone De Beauvoir. She intrudes because she has integrated into the character’s mind, into the essence of the novel. I wasn’t going for this extreme of feminism, but sometimes the work draws a breath, takes a hold and informs the author in ways that are mysteriously profound. The problem is I’ve got too many obstacles, impediments I’m trying to circumvent. But maybe I shouldn’t be. De Beauvoir is in my head, at each step. And in these moments I feel like I want to think logically rather than ambiguously or mysteriously. I want a plan, but I don’t exactly have one. De Beauvoir suggests men plan accordingly, set goals and reach them in purposeful ways. Men transcend, so that even if they should at one point get stuck in the quagmire, they are more likely to free themselves and continue on. As for the female, “Her desire, as we have seen, is much more ambiguous: she wishes, in a contradictory fashion, to have this transcendence, which is to suppose that she at once respects it and denies it, that she intends at once to throw herself into it and keep it within herself.” If I could attain transcending, maybe I have and don’t know it, I could ignore the minor details, unmoor my mind of the messy, the plausibility theory. Maybe not. I am not a pure feminist myself insomuch as I am a female and aware of my gender and the idiosyncrasies and frailties associated with it.
Nightmare is © Eleanor Hooker
First published in The Stinging Fly and subsequently The Shadow Owner’s Companion
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Sylvie work is slow going, 30k words –odd movement. Not so sure of the direction, long term, but MC is interesting enough, and becoming moreso, as is S’s offbeat mute son, a few neighbors, and her husband. I guess they are all off which might reflect my own strange mindset. Need to submit a short story (maybe a chapter from novel) to a couple top tier magazines who asked to see more of my work–once I get in, doors are more likley to open.