The writing of A. F. Waddell has been characterized by culinary bikers,
literary ghosts, women on the road, New Orleans detectives, Marilyn & JFK,
California screenwriters, nineteen-fifties culture parody and more.
Anthology Excerpts & Links Semi-Deep Thoughts: On Writing New Orleans: Bodies of Water Bell-Bottom Blues
The Blancshire Witch Projects Running with Pencils Film at Tumblr: Epiphanies in the Dark Random Acts of Bloggery Twitter
Bodies of Water
inspirational spark for my story Bodies of Water was
a place: New
Orleans. The characters later swam in my head and played on paper,
over time. Protagonist Erica morphed from a private investigator into a
homicide detective. Over time I was writing in my head, before I became
as to put my words on paper and hope that people would read them.
felt surreal when I ran into Tennessee Williams on Dumaine
St, boasting his stylishness in a lightly-colored cotton suit, Panama hat, and brown
The extreme humidity could truly induce Williams-esque ‘spells’ - for
imagined his dialog: “I’m feeling a bit faintish, could you please
chilled refreshment?” (Mr. Williams, whatever you say!)
in a cast iron skillet could be exciting, as
cast iron gets very hot. How does one time the cooking process? Meat
black on the outside and pink in the middle. Can you say ‘trichinosis’?
Fried Breaded Stuffed Pork Chop Incident lingers in my mind. The huge
stuffed, egg-washed, dredged in flour and bread crumbs, I managed to
and ease it into sizzling skillet. The result was blackened on the
devoured by the kitchen lizards.
were bathrooms down the cavernous hall. The
bathroom near my room had a huge claw-foot tub; it paid to bring Comet
Its large, bare window faced a small, neglected courtyard. I met lots
here: not only at the bathroom or in the kitchen, but throughout the
establishment. Appearing spaced-out, many milled about near the
and sat on the stairs.
made a few friendships; some were cemented by
impromptu cross-country road trips. From New Orleans to Montana to
California to New York I went, growing and shedding new friends, like
snakeskin. But the Quarter was special.
It happened to be May 2005 when I wrote the story Bodies
of Water. As I wrote the story sinking cities played in my head,
and eroding, moisture permeating and destroying. Nature can no doubt be
however the human horror and the neglect of a people - the Katrina
debacle - is