From the Desk of Penelope Przekop
I hadn't heard the song in years and it took me back to hot-Bible-belt-college nights when I felt wild and free, yet oddly trapped in a twisted mess of everything I thought I knew and all the things I didn't know I didn't know.
I don't need a movement; I just need to be myself.
I was taught through the church, and the Southern culture supporting it, that men are inherently superior to women. As if that wasn't enough, there was an underlying message that everyone was superior to me.
Vulnerable like that stark canvas, I am an odd sort of survivor Navigating a failed system, A world that may not hear my song, One where rules are king, And logic prevails, Oh, where is my kingdom, Where do I go to breathe, To feel it all, To swallow.
"Through art , I synthesize, play, and let off all the complexity of my inner world."I have a strong suspicion that my inner world is more complex than the average Joe's. I began to suspect this around age six, when I was lamenting about the kid in our class who was rumoured to have a mother who jumped... Continue Reading →
"Writing is part of the disease, but because it allows me to escape into another existence, it's part of the cure."When I was in college, I was obsessed with writing schedules of what classes I would take each semester during each year of my education. I can't explain it, but it gave me bizarre pleasure and... Continue Reading →
"I know that the camera long ago acted as a shield between me and the outside world." If creative folks need an outlet to carry on, are we attempting to hide behind or step forth? I'm driven to write and paint to express what I can't otherwise seem to relay.Does that mean something is wrong with me? ... Continue Reading →
"I know some writers who like to talk about it more than they do it, who've been writing a book for ten years."If you've been following my blog, you know that I've been writing novels for over twenty years. I've also been working full time, among other things that tend to suck up time. One... Continue Reading →
" ... literature is my tool of persuasion."The term incendiary has a lot to do with bombs, as does Chris Cleave's latest novel, INCENDIARY (launched today by Simon & Schuster). Incendiary also means "tending to inflame the senses," and "a person who stirs up strife, sedition, etc.; an agitator." I spent last year writing a novel... Continue Reading →
