(Journal entry) Thursday, November 17, 2011, 2:50 P.M.
As I write this in the barn studio at the Hemingway-Pfeiffer Museum and Educational Center, the sun is shining. The weather is cool. I’m at the Fall Creative Writers’ Retreat and for the fall session, Roland Mann, of Oxford, MS, is the Mentor. Most of the attendees are writing in the Educational Center. (Roland’s Ramblin’ Weblog may be read at www.rolandmann.wordpress.com )
One other retreat attendee is here in the barn studio, also writing. Her name is Kayla. I’ve been here before and I’ve written here before but today I want to write something about Calypso for my short story. I want to write at least one line for that story as I sit here in Hemingway’s restored studio. (End of Journal entry)
February 27, 2012.
I completed one chapter of the story and that portion of the fiction piece was printed in the anthology “New Thresholds,” November 14-18, 2011.
I’m writing this story in first person, present tense, using the viewpoint of the main character, Calypso. She is an accomplished artist who has never sold or even given away any of the paintings she’s created over the past twenty years. There comes a time in her life when she must sell some of her art work. When her favorite painting is stolen, Calypso sets out to find the thief and discovers a trail that leads her into a life-threatening situation. My story is getting a life of its own and leaning toward a mystery. New to me but it’s beginning to be fun to write.
In Calypso’s story, after an intruder leaves her house, she finds a crumpled piece of paper. On it these words are highlighted: Her hair is brown, lined with copper stripes; she will disappear, too, just like the dew on the red, red rose at the Villa Claire.
So, that is a peek into my files and a glimpse of my true sentence.
cCopyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols