When I first came across Harlan Ellison's
short stories, I often enjoyed his opening anecdotes more than the fiction that
followed.
Not that the stories aren't top-notch, but
it's rare for a writer to divulge what led to a certain character or plot
twist. Ellison's explanations weren't just fascinating to me as a reader, but
became highly educational to the beginning writer I was. He may tell
people tongue-in-cheek that all his ideas come from a warehouse in Schenectady,
New York, but for anybody who's paying attention, the source of his ideas are
incredibly well documented.
Growing up, I was also a fan of Paul
Harvey's The Rest of the Story radio
program. Many were the summer afternoons I spent doing field work, suffering
through the dreck of a static filled AM radio, waiting for that ten minutes
where Harvey explained the unheralded connections between people and events,
revealing cause and effect.
So just for fun I suggested to Cheryl
Pierson a series of blog posts that will emphasize the Fictioneering part of
Western Fictioneers. It's a challenge for myself to write a new story for the
blog each month, and hopefully it'll be interesting to you, the readers, to see
where the idea came from and how I put it together.
This month's story, “The Girl in the
Yellow Shirt,” owes its heart and soul to James Reasoner, who first pointed out
to me that many of the pulp western titles of the 30s and 40s offer similar
cover paintings featuring a red shirted cowboy and a yellow dressed gal.
Sometimes they look different, sometimes
uncannily the same. Who were these two? I set about to find out.
Meanwhile, as some of you know, my grandma
left her home late last year for a nursing facility. The experience of sorting
through a lifetime's worth of boxes, books, furniture and keepsakes, informed
this story too. What surprises did we find? What memories that were completely
forgotten?
It all sort of gelled here in three
sittings over the course of two days: roughly three hours and 2700 words.
Please read The Girl In the Yellow Shirt here.
After growing up on a Nebraska farm, Richard Prosch
worked as a professional writer, artist, and teacher in Wyoming, South
Carolina, and Missouri. His western crime fiction captures the fleeting history
and lonely frontier stories of his youth where characters aren’t always what
they seem, and the windburned landscapes are filled with swift, deadly danger.
In 2016, Richard roped the Spur Award for short fiction given by Western
Writers of America. Read more at
www.RichardProsch.com
Enjoyed the story, Rich.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bill! Had both you and James in mind when writing it.
DeleteYou've got me intrigued. I just saved the story to read later today.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Zina! Let me know what you thought!
ReplyDeleteRichard, nice little story - wish you'd had her go back to the landfill and cry when she couldn't find the old magazines. Anyone who disrespects a writer deserves to suffer.
ReplyDeleteThanks Janet!
ReplyDeleteI thought the story was a fine piece of writing and kept drawing me in to it.
ReplyDeleteGreat to hear from you again, Oscar. And glad you liked the story, sir! Thanks!
DeleteYou had be at Ellison. Love his work and he is a hoot in person. Harvey was also a favorite.
ReplyDeleteGreat story and look forward to the next. Doris/Angela
Thanks, Doris. I've had the pleasure of spending some time with HE in person--and you're right! Thanks much.
DeleteThat's a fine story, Rich, and I'm proud to have played a part in inspiring it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, James!
DeleteI'm looking forward to reading these.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gordo! Much appreciated!
DeleteNice story, Richard. Enjoyed the read.
ReplyDeleteThank you, JR!
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