"The fiction writer...carries a burden of sorts. You are lugging something around that seems to be part of your being, or, as we would say now, is 'hard wired' into you, so much so that you have become its container, but the only way to express it--almost literally, to bring it out--is to write it. ...It's almost involuntary. Something needs to get out: Not expressed but extruded. As the composer Camille Saint-SaŽns remarked, 'I write music the way an apple tree produces apples.'"
-Charles Baxter from Letters to a Fiction Writer

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Following my imagination wherever it leads...

My mother would comfort, "It's just your overactive imagination."

But I conjured up more than monsters hiding in my closets. Creatures breathed next to my door, and footsteps mounted the stairs.

"Come home," I'd whisper into the phone, interrupting her bridge game.

I'd create the situations and then plot my way out of them. When I was a teen, I imagined love in the blue eyes of the most popular boy in school. I imagined romance with my fix-up date for my junior prom.

From the age of twelve, I filled journal after journal with dialogue, lengthy scenes, descriptions of long kisses--veritable teen romances, in fact. Reading those journals now, I can measure my growing maturity with the change in my handwriting.

Today, that imagination chides me on--pulling me into diverse worlds like fantasy, historical fiction, and magic realism.

And the stories are everywhere-- flowing from the robes of desert Moroccan women, in the angry mother's voice on my street corner, in my dreams.

I write furiously to imagine them to life.

Selected Works

Fiction under Phyllis Carol Agins
A tale of love discovered between a woman, and two very different men, and a boy searching for the people who become his three parents.
Snow White told only from the dwarves' point of view, as the human Suisan destroys their carefully crafted world.
Nonfiction, under Phyllis Agins Grode
An architectural study of religious institutions along the famous Old York Road corridor.
For Children, under Phyllis Agins Grode
Illustrated by Shelly O. Haas. Sophie Davida Finkle-Cohen thinks her name is too long and begs to be called "Sue."