Cheryl Barkauskas
Excerpt:
Dinah surveyed her garden. Neat rows of vegetables, separated by cobblestoned paths, stretched away from her weathered gray house, though the geometry was marred by some of the more willful plants’ decisions to grow elsewhere than where she’d put them. Against the greenery, flowers splashed bright color: gold, scarlet, violet, indigo. White wickets overgrown with tomato vines and Dutchman’s pipe ran lengthwise down the garden to shade the more delicate plants, like a leafy church nave. Towering hedges of jasmine formed the plot’s border, white-flowered at this season and emitting subtle scent.
Bio:
I write, I read, and I listen. Life is.
Publications:
Sybil's Garage
Writing Description:
I admire clean prose and creativity, and I strive for both. My stories are how I answer the question "What if?"
Writing Goals:
I've had a novel floating around my head for ages, and I've never gotten around to starting it. (Floating metaphorically, that is, although a literal floating novel would be interesting.) One chapter a week will get me a good ways in, and hopefully that'll be enough to impel me to finish it. At the very least, it would be six more chapters than I have now, right?
