Hello. So I hear you like reading my stuff and driving yourself crazy trying to figure out what is about you and what is about him–that man you married who–whoa–definitely had a life before you, during you , and I’m going to venture a guess that unless he dies first, he’ll have one after you.
Honestly, I didn’t spend much time on you. I recognize a mid-life crisis when I see one. Someday he might want a conversation with a person with a brain. I won’t be there but someone else will. But here is the one poem I wrote and published about you: <a href="http://literarykitchen.com/?p=324“> .
I have of course, used him in a number of pieces—or the feeling of him. Elusive wonder that he is. Here’s a few stories that will demonstrate what I’m talking about: http://www.pendulinepress.com/features/margaret-elysia-garcia/
When I was younger I wrote this: http://www.bestfiction.org/2011/07/fiction-by-margaret-elysia-garcia/ It’s still a favorite of mine. As is the one I wrote last year when he kindly reminded me of this woman he was having an affair or two with. She triggered an interesting memory which I wrote into a fictional piece here: . (Called A Lesson in Faith).
So that’s it really, my dear girl named after a TV show witch. I do have a piece coming out called Water Marks that explores the use of water by urbanites versus country folk like myself. Your extended shower you took in my house does of course play a part but that’s it.
You once asked me for stories; here are some. If you want the ones unwritten? Just ask.