This week’s Bad Mouth’s Online in the Meantime reading series featured Plume’s own Melanie Unruh! If you follow Plume regularly you probably know this: Melanie Unruh is a New Mexico-based writer of YA novels, short stories, and creative nonfiction. Her work has appeared in and is forthcoming from The Boiler, Cutthroat, Sixfold, Post Road, New Ohio Review, Two Hawks Quarterly, and Philadelphia Stories, among others. … Read more
At the end of the Wizard of Oz while Glenda the Good Witch waves her magic wand Dorothy clicks her ruby red slippers and chants these words: “There’s no place like home.” “There’s no place like home.” “There’s no place like home.” It’s a beautiful scene. It speaks to learning the lesson of appreciating home … Read more
Rebecca Aronson of Bad Mouth writes: Canadian Gila Green is an Israel-based writer and editor and mother of five. She writes from her converted bomb shelter overlooking the Judean Hills and loves transporting her readers in time and space from Ottoman Palestine to Ottawa, Canada to Johannesburg, South Africa. Her novels range from a novel-in-stories to adult … Read more
My plan for this week’s blog was to share a list of books and publications by writers Plume has published (and I will return to that later), but considering the racial injustice and violent unrest that has boiled over in the past week, I think it’s much more important right now to lift Black voices … Read more
In 2011, I signed up for something I had never tried before: NaNoWriMo, a.k.a. National Novel Writing Month. This ambitious challenge is what it sounds like: You commit to write an entire novel (50k words) in the month of November. As the site explains, “Writing a novel alone can be difficult, even for seasoned writers. … Read more
If you’re even a casual follower of this blog, then you’re probably well aware of my preoccupation with audiobooks this year. After I had a baby last October (has it really been nine months?!), I had no time to read, but I had plenty of time in a dark room trying to occupy my mind … Read more
by Sandra Vallie “Another?” I belched, tossed my empty Marble Whiteout can toward the pile where the honeysuckle once threatened to cover the shed. Hundreds of Abuelo Goyo’s eyes glared from the aluminum pile. I pulled two beers from the melting ice in the cooler. Tossed Georgia one, grinned when the warm beer foamed up … Read more