Beth W. Patterson was a full-time musician for over two decades before diving into the world of writing, a process she describes as “fleeing the circus to join the zoo”. She is the author of the books Mongrels and Misfits and The Wild Harmonic, and a contributing writer to over sixty anthologies.
Patterson has performed in twenty countries, expanding her perspective as she goes. Her playing appears on over two hundred albums, singles, soundtracks, commercials, and voice-overs (including eight solo albums of her own).
She lives in New Orleans, Louisiana with her husband Josh Paxton, jazz pianist extraordinaire.
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My grandmother regaled me with stories of William Faulkner, who lived on her street when she was a little girl. She also knew Eudora Welty from college and told me about the measures Eudora would go to just for some peace of mind or solitude in which to write. It’s enough to make me realise how good I have it when I want to slip into my office, and that I really have no excuses for slacking.
This is an industry of rejection and to be successful, an author needs to be able to never throw in the towel, no matter the hard road ahead of them.
by Beth W. Patterson Why is the flora on my family’s land suddenly so much thicker? The sharp cry of a baby freezes me in my tracks. If someone abandoned a child, I have to make sure that it doesn’t die. Wriggling on a bed of ferns is an infant girl. But the most […]
by Beth W. Patterson “Looks aren’t everything” is sometimes the kindest thing a person feels he or she can say. Society deemed me deformed and inbred, horrified by my colour. I often walked through thunderstorms for company. It took that special someone to desire me, but Yog-Sothoth was not the normal lover. I thought […]
by Beth W. Patterson “What’s wrong? Did your sense of humour dump you too?” I was too preoccupied with my skinned knees and bleeding palms to answer Jason. Portia, his ex for whom he’d left me, continued her annoying hyena laugh. I slowly rose from the pavement to face him. “Not at all,” I […]
Beth W. Patterson was a full-time musician for over two decades before diving into the world of writing, a process she describes as “fleeing the circus to join the zoo”.
by Beth W. Patterson There was no sound in space, but she felt the music of the spheres with her whole body. The starship had been programmed with pre-recorded songs to break the tedium. But she pined for live music, even more than she missed green grass beneath her feet, a crisp breeze, or […]
It’s an anxiety dream come true. Curtis Baum, frontman for the up-and-coming rock band Frozen Wanda, is forced to be a rodeo clown for one night, sparring with a snarky shape-shifting bull.