About Dawn

Dawn Trowell Jones a speculative fiction writer living in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two cats.

Status Update: NaNoWriMo

This year I’m participating (informally) in NaNoWriMo. That’s in November, if you didn’t know. Which means today. Since I’m by nature a night owl, I’ve even put a cot in my office, just in case Continue reading Status Update: NaNoWriMo

Will You Have Me (as presented at my friends’ wedding)

At the earliest stages of attraction, certain impulses arise. We catch ourselves drawing nearer to the other. There’s this thrill. A hand brushes an upper arm, a knee might nudge a thigh under the table—there’s Continue reading Will You Have Me (as presented at my friends’ wedding)

Concerning a Particular Political “Ism”

The comparison of Trumpism to the rise of Nazism or any other nationalist movement is fair. But even as this presidency sinks more and more into troubled waters, we can’t assume that another “Trump” won’t Continue reading Concerning a Particular Political “Ism”

Down with the Grammarian? Uh, no.

There’s a reason why we do the things we do. Grammar is a social convention, a sort of shared habit that fosters organized and precise thoughts… and lest we forget, the clear communication of those Continue reading Down with the Grammarian? Uh, no.

Back to Mother

“It’s time we got back to mother,” said the mave, his low voice an added heaviness to the rough-hewn hall. Like a frayed silk cocoon, his hoary beard caught against the coarse texture of his Continue reading Back to Mother

Text and Texture in Fiction

This post was inspired by an article I enjoyed: The Crucial Filmaking Elements Causing All Your Movie Feuds by Film Crit Hulk (nom de plume) (http://observer.com/2018/05/the-two-crucial-filmmaking-elements-causing-all-your-movie-feuds/). Text and texture, sympathy and empathy: the ideas he Continue reading Text and Texture in Fiction

Floating Yellow Kitchens

It will have to be a short one. Tax season has ended. What I miss most but also found the most exhausting were the conversations. All those talks with my cherished co-workers, with oh-so-much idle Continue reading Floating Yellow Kitchens

Don’t Be Safe: Conflict in Fiction

Light slips through the bedroom window giving the air a bluish tinge; the walls are gray; the dressers—whatever they were during the day now drenched in night hues. A siren whimpers in the distance…. I’m Continue reading Don’t Be Safe: Conflict in Fiction

Someone’s Toying With Us: But Is It Alien or Ours?

I love what the pilot says at the end of this article (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/16/us/politics/unidentified-flying-object-navy.html)–it strikes me as a very genuine response. But I have a hard time imagining what in nature would do what he describes. Continue reading Someone’s Toying With Us: But Is It Alien or Ours?

Education Circa 1977

I grew up in a small town on an island on the coast of South Carolina. I learned the word moron in third grade because my teacher, who was from elsewhere, used it regularly to Continue reading Education Circa 1977