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Southern Gothic

She is a lost generation A subcultural anomaly Standing on a dilapidated front porch Smoking a Camel, or was it a Marlboro I forget as the memories swirl together Spitting watermelon seeds off of the porch Throwing mud pies up on PawPaw's barn To bake Hidey Holes and Pretties And banana sandwiches Dr. Pepper and Strawberry Nehi In the bed of a truck Of a Saturday night Wishes and Dreams and Scarlet O'Hara Wishes for changes and liking it just the way it was Embarassment~a feeling of inferiority That somehow mellows with age Becoming a source of pride Southern Gothic or just plain craziness Disguised as something presentable Because that's just the way it was.
Melissa Reese Etheridge September 28, 2013
When I was 15 years old, I got this idea for a novel that I wanted to write. This novel idea has played out in my brain for 35 years. I'm not going to tell you my idea for a few reasons. It is embarrassingly ridiculous. I'm still thinking about writing it. You might steal my idea. I actually wrote about 20 pages of this novel when I was in my early twenties. I don't know where that manuscript is now. It is going to take a great deal of research in order for me to do this book right. My other idea will not be as time intensive because it will be set in modern times with a main character much like myself. Not that I'm an interesting person, but the plot is going to be an interesting one.

Okay. So I've put it out there. Now I guess that I have to write those books.


My own attempt at a Mark Rothko. Original created on Sketchbook for Android, then finished on Corel Draw.