Just One Thing with Eleanor Fuller

Eleanor Fuller’s story “Little Death Born Again” draws us in with a character’s search for escape, sanctuary, ecstasy. Here she shares just one thing about the piece:

“My parents’ spiritual restlessness gave me the experience to write this story, but the thing I remember most about it is Plunkett Street. I was on my first residency and bonkers with joy at all of it. Straw Dog and the hospitable crew at The Mount let me fall off the clock and write at all hours for one glorious week. No laundry, no meal-prep, no school pick up. Best gift ever! I intended to spend the week revising a couple of stories from my MFA thesis, but Phil had other plans. She strode in as I lay idling on an antique day bed in Teddy’s room. The room had a view of the Whartons' gardens and beyond them, the Berkshires. The light was bright, but it was a cold March. Phil had a lot to say, and I had wicked fun listening to every word!”

A smiling, blue-eyed woman with brown and grey hair pulled back. The woman wears a green wool scarf and black jacket with pink collar. She stands in front of a sugar shack to which a festive wreath and two hockey sticks are affixed.
SLMblog, just one thing