alisa alering

Writer of fantasy and other fictions

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One more for funny women

I just started reading Miriam Toews’ ‘The Flying Troutmans.’

Marc…was heading off to an ashram in India anyway and said we could communicate telepathically. I tried it a couple of days before he left. I love you, don’t go, I said silently, without moving my lips. He was standing next to me, trying to photograph a gargoyle. You’re a little in my way, he said. Can you move?

How is that not funny?

A Complicated Kindness is also good.





My short story “Parvati and the Snake” has been published in the September issue of the excellent online magazine Les Bonnes Fees.

I got the idea for “Parvati” when I was working on a longer story. I was trying to explain the roots of a modern family’s repetitive disfunctionality through the story a grandmother tells her granddaughter while combing her hair.

I eventually decided Parvati’s story wasn’t awful enough for that family, and made up something much more evil.

I used to have recurring nightmares about being bitten by a snake, a fox, and an alligator. But in real life, I was used to being around snakes and wasn’t afraid of them until I went to India. There I learned that I am only not afraid of black snakes, copperheads and timber rattlesnakes. I am scared silly by cobras. Having to walk past a snake charmer, knowing that he would chase me with that crazy snake because I was a tourist and therefore a good earning opportunity, absolutely petrified me.

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Adrian and I are in love! It is official!

Re: September 17th’s post on unfunny women–How could I possibly have forgotten?

The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13 3/4, by Sue Townsend.

I found this in the adult fiction section of the Adams County Public Library when I was about 13 3/4 myself. I read it and then I read it again. I must have checked it out 25 times. I also read all of the books Adrian mentions that he reads. I was at that age when it took me a while to realize that Adrian wasn’t supposed to be a picture of coolness. Not only is Adrian the prototype for a current crop of YA confessional novels (Angus, Thongs & Full-Frontal Snogging, anyone?) it is also one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. And not in the gentle social commentary way. In the snorging your milk out your nose kind of way.

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I’m back from Scotland.

This is sad because it was really beautiful and fantastic. Some less sad aspects are coming back to:

  • clean clothes
  • choice of footwear beyond: hiking boots or hiking boots ?
  • own bed
  • cats (There were loaner dogs at the cottage, but no cats)
  • food that I cook rather than just unrwap

Coming back also means work (sad) but also writing (sad + happy). Two things my sister-in-law said to me while she and my brother were driving us to the airport got me really excited about a story I’ve been stalled with for a couple of months. Write and see, I guess. Maybe Monday morning.