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“To Possess Nature” Published In Verdad

My short story “To Possess Nature” was just published in Verdad Magazine. Yeah! I planned to do another goofy mock interview like I did for my story published Sixfold, but I’m too crazy busy these days for that much zaniness. I’m working on a big project writing online EFL lessons for primary and secondary students in British English. Like I’ve written here before, I write so much in British English these days my computer is convinced I’m English. It somehow set itself to BE, so when I’m writing favorite it automatically changes it to favourite or puts those angry red…

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A Few Gripes, If You Please…

So, as anyone knows who’s crazy enough to want to be a writer, a huge part of the writer’s life is rejection, rejection, rejection. I’m a pragmatic person who accepts this as part of the game, although I of course still dream big. Tin House has been looking at a story of mine for well over a year. Does that mean I have a chance at being the .0001 percent of writers they pull unsolicited from the slush pile, or are they just so backlogged they haven’t gotten around to rejecting me yet? Most likely the latter is true, but…

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“Forgotten Dreams” Published In Sixfold

So, my short story “Forgotten Dreams” was published in Sixfold magazine. Yeah! This is my first publication, and since I’m still such small potatoes, nobody really gives a crap about what I have to say. Except myself of course! That’s why I decided to be the goofball that I am and go ahead and interview myself. I had fun creating the interviewer personality. She enunciates so well (although she needs to work on leaving out the ums and uhhs). For some reason, I imagine she went to Wellesley. 😉 Anyway, here is the interview but two things before you read/take…

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Pity Party Take Ten Or Something

Yes, folks, it’s pity party time again. Just got notice that I was not shortlisted for a story competition I really thought I had a good shot at. The magazine sent out the same form letter that I’ve gotten from them before, stating that my piece “really stood out from the rest” and that I’m “obviously a talented writer” and they felt “honored to read my work”, but it was still a pass. The first time I got this letter I felt really encouraged, but this time I realized it’s more likely just they’re “no thanks, but please don’t slit…

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Out To Pasture

So here’s the thing folks: I’m from California, and this means I can do not one, but two different Tarot card spreads (anyone reading this from Los or San or Santa-something is probably shaking their heads right now and saying, “OMG, what a novice!”) I know my birth chart inside out and the healing properties of at least a couple of gemstones. That said, I’m still definitely sceptical of anything that seems too woo-woo new age-y, and always have been. In other words, it wasn’t a given that I would have gone to that psychic all those years ago. Actually,…

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The Author Photo Of Rebeccah M Dean

Since I’m likely to become a world famous writer any day now, I thought I’d spend the morning perfecting the image I wish to project to my masses of future readers. So here are a series of potential author photos.* *As I disclaimer, I should tell you these photographs and this post were also done in an attempt to distract myself because I have decided to embark on a journey of intermittent fasting. I’m following the 16/8 plan, which means I can only eat within an 8 hour time frame and have to fast the rest of the time. Since…

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Fucking Wagner

The other day I randomly came across this interview with my former voice teacher, Blanche Thebom. It was so strange to hear the voice of someone who had such an impact on my life all these years later. I would have recognized her voice anywhere. A lot of the stuff she mentions in the interview are things she told me when I was in her studio, ableit the nicer, more diplomatic version. I remember her mentioning the excellent musicians who came to the US after the war, but she also blamed the newcomers for ruining voice technique in the country.…

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Back To The Drawing Board, But At Least I Can Be A Tourist In Berlin

I’ve been a little glum these past few weeks because 2018 is starting out differently that I hoped it would. Last fall I applied for two things I really wanted: a fellowship at A Public Space and the sexily named Working stipend for literature other than German. I’m an optimist by nature and I had a good feeling about both. The APS wanted three fellows (beginning and/or emerging writers) whose work “takes risks,” and what is my work if not risk-takey?  Plus their offices are on Dean Street in Brooklyn and, I mean, come on, the street is named after me.…

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Warning: Pity Party Ahead

Dear Reader, So, I haven’t been around for a while and yes, I suppose there is a reason and that reason is I’ve been in a bit of a funk. Could it be the weather? Partly, it is. In Berlin, summer is an optional season. I’ve lived here for 18 years now (holy fuck, 18 years!!) and for the first 15 little old California me complained anytime I had to so much as wear a cotton sweater in July during the day. I mean, come on Berlin, I put up with your is-this-Mordor-or-is-this-winter? for almost six months ( dark all…

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