Category Archives: the writing life
When Jackie Met Carrie
On my recent Sex & The City binge––all 6 series plus the first film, never the second––I was reintroduced to this dress which I created when I was a designer working for a big Italian fashion house. I used to
When Jackie Met Carrie
On my recent Sex & The City binge––all 6 series plus the first film, never the second––I was reintroduced to this dress which I created when I was a designer working for a big Italian fashion house. I used to
What Are “Feed Dogs”?
I know the wondering has kept you up at night. Here is a brief explanation from my appearance at the Franco-Irish Literary Festival in Dublin last month… I had too much fun talking fashion among literati for it to be
What Are “Feed Dogs”?
I know the wondering has kept you up at night. Here is a brief explanation from my appearance at the Franco-Irish Literary Festival in Dublin last month… I had too much fun talking fashion among literati for it to be
“Silk for the Feed Dogs” at the Franco-Irish Literary Festival
My agent at Betimes Books put together a lovely intro to all the characters of my novel with accompanying illustrations in preparation for the festival. It made me fall in love with them all over in again. See her wonderful work here. The
“Silk for the Feed Dogs” at the Franco-Irish Literary Festival
My agent at Betimes Books put together a lovely intro to all the characters of my novel with accompanying illustrations in preparation for the festival. It made me fall in love with them all over in again. See her wonderful work here. The
Labor Day Labors
OK. Up early. Well rested. Hearty breakfast. Knowing the characters that live in my building, they’ll be sleeping off a hangover for hours, so I’ll perch myself on the roof undisturbed and write all morning. Everyone else is spending Labor
Labor Day Labors
OK. Up early. Well rested. Hearty breakfast. Knowing the characters that live in my building, they’ll be sleeping off a hangover for hours, so I’ll perch myself on the roof undisturbed and write all morning. Everyone else is spending Labor
Back Shortly…
…Gone jam making! We’ve been members of a food co-op this summer and so every Tuesday our apartment looks like this… I’ve made pesto for days, a salsa verde that was highly applauded (quickly found out that friends will provide
Back Shortly…
…Gone jam making! We’ve been members of a food co-op this summer and so every Tuesday our apartment looks like this… I’ve made pesto for days, a salsa verde that was highly applauded (quickly found out that friends will provide
The Circle of Life
This is what my life looks like at the moment… Otherwise known as going around in circles. Wish me luck, off I go again…getting dizzy! My first novel, Silk for the Feed dogs, is available here. You’d think I’d have
The Circle of Life
This is what my life looks like at the moment… Otherwise known as going around in circles. Wish me luck, off I go again…getting dizzy! My first novel, Silk for the Feed dogs, is available here. You’d think I’d have
Coffee and a Book
Anyone else..? Today’s “water cooler moments” usually revolve around TV, sports or pop culture events. But it’s quite powerful to feel part of an historic literary happening. I couldn’t resist… I’m going in without preconceived opinions or prejudices…
Coffee and a Book
Anyone else..? Today’s “water cooler moments” usually revolve around TV, sports or pop culture events. But it’s quite powerful to feel part of an historic literary happening. I couldn’t resist… I’m going in without preconceived opinions or prejudices…
A Father’s Day nod from “Silk for the Feed Dogs”
Originally posted on Betimes Books:
EARLY TRENDS IN FARMING From Silk for the Feed Dogs by Jackie Mallon I heard the engine of the old red Massey Ferguson fart into life and I emerged running, scrambling to get my wellies…
A Father’s Day nod from “Silk for the Feed Dogs”
Originally posted on Betimes Books:
EARLY TRENDS IN FARMING From Silk for the Feed Dogs by Jackie Mallon I heard the engine of the old red Massey Ferguson fart into life and I emerged running, scrambling to get my wellies…
Pick Me Up, Don’t Tear Me Down
It has happened again. They won’t rest till they pave paradise and put up a Chase bank. This was my hangout. I read and wrote and blogged, or just sat cross-legged and daydreaming here. It was quaint and grungy. Shabby
Pick Me Up, Don’t Tear Me Down
It has happened again. They won’t rest till they pave paradise and put up a Chase bank. This was my hangout. I read and wrote and blogged, or just sat cross-legged and daydreaming here. It was quaint and grungy. Shabby
Jackie Mallon 