Horror – Dawn Trowell Jones

The Secha

Posted on July 4, 2016 by Dawn — 2 Comments ↓

The Secha A sci-fi novelette with a touch of horror. Available for Kindle, “The Secha” portrays a pivotal moment in the life of a human held captive on an alien world dominated by insects. Loyal Continue reading The Secha→

Agency and Communion as Revealed in The Witch

Posted on March 30, 2016 by Dawn — 1 Comment ↓

(Spoiler alert—this post mentions details from the 2015 horror movie The Witch by debut director Robert Eggars.) Almost twenty years ago, my aunt Daisy, a well-known artist who sculpts with clay and other natural materials, Continue reading Agency and Communion as Revealed in The Witch→

I give you now Angel Billue

Posted on October 29, 2015 by Dawn — 2 Comments ↓

The Parable of the Kitty

Posted on August 14, 2015 by Dawn — 5 Comments ↓

“Where have you gone off to?” said the father, the widower, as he opened Lilly’s door. There on the bed sat Lilly, sucking on her thumb, her pink taffeta dress spread like an Elizabethan ruff. Continue reading The Parable of the Kitty→

It’s over!
If you didn’t know, I’ve been a seasonal tax preparer, for the last seven years. I told my office manager Wednesday not to expect me back next year. So it’s really over. Hard to believe, but seemed time. Even though the logical, puzzle-solving process behind tax preparation probably helped my plotting, I’m ready to give writing my full attention, at least for a couple of years. Been ready. It’s a wonderful feeling, but change is always hard. Happily, work’s piled up.

Curious about such things, I recently attended the Writer’s Digest Workshop in Atlanta. It was fun and stimulating. I think I’ll try another. Met authors & agents. Had a very positive response to my fantasy/sci-fi novel’s first ten pages–it’s been my passion for more than half a decade, so that meant a lot. If you didn’t know, because I’m a new author, the next step is a tough one: I have to convince agents who’ve never heard of me to read it, my 180,000-word slipstream novel, The Long Last of Mary B. Tate. The length’s appropriate and the story’s worthy, I promise, but they don’t know that yet. I have to convince them in a one-page letter called a “query.” In spite of years of tightening and polishing, I’ll need luck–and lots of it. Wish me luck?

I’ve used this blog as a sort of studio, like an artist’s studio. I plan to continue with it. To serve me, of course, but also to serve you. Maybe some bit will inspire. Content’s eclectic: whimsical short-short fiction, thoughts or rants for the day. Imagine them taped to a wall in some knickknack-infested, paper-littered office. Hypothetically speaking.

Time to get back to the little darlings. I’ll try not be unwarrantedly murderous.

I appreciate you! Glad you came by! (4/20/2018)

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