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I never write without music. Popping on my headphones and turning up the volume is the only way I’ve found to block out the world enough to get into the deep headspace required to make a story.

At times, I have no ideas when I begin a story. I let my mood and whatever music matches it to take me somewhere. I get one line down and then I follow. I wrote the four stories of NO MAN’S WILD LAURA between October 2014 and June 2015. In those months, my grandmother became very ill and passed away.

The chapbook and playlist are a response to the despair and loneliness of losing one of your most beloved people. The magnitude of her loss led to a great deal of reflection about all of my close relationships, to long periods pondering my roots, and the strong, but badly damaged women I grew up around.

The second to youngest of seven children who grew up during the depression, my grandmother was often described as fiery. It’s true she could come across steel-hardened, but this is not uncommon for anyone who grew up in poverty. She survived. Survival doesn’t always leave a lot of room for sweetness of temper, but she held on to hope and always made time to look after those having a harder time than she. If I’ve accomplished what I set out to in this chapbook, then there’s a bit of fire, sweetness, and resilience in all the women in these stories. The following is a playlist of the songs in heavy rotation during the making of these stories. 

                — Beth Gilstrap


Listen to the playlist on Apple Music »

a soundtrack for “No Man’s Wild Laura” — A chapbook by Beth Gilstrap.
“Put your glad rags on
& let’s sing along 
To that lonely song”

Six years after Graham had recommitted to his wife and children, I stood naked and covered in lavender bubbles, wiping down the white tile like I did every Saturday, not knowing the second half of our sick little story. I swore I had bleached the last particle of him from my pores, but the motherfucker was black mold. Even the memory of him made all my rooms smell like something wicked, an unexplained whiff of sour, like everything about me was unclean.     — excerpt from No Man’s Wild Laura






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Purchase NO MAN’S WILD LAURA:

Hyacinth Girl Press


Read a Little Fiction story by Beth Gilstrap:

GIRLS LIKE THAT EAT LEMON POUND CAKE


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Beth Gilstrap’s fiction and essays have appeared in the Minnesota review, Literary Orphans, WhiskeyPaper, Synaesthesia Magazine, and Bull, among others. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net, storySouth’s Million Writers Award, and The Pushcart Prize. Her debut story collection I AM BARBARELLA was published by Twelve Winters Press in 2015. She thinks she’s crazy lucky to be Fiction Editor of Little Fiction | Big Truths. When she’s not writing or editing, you might find her on her porch swing, with a book in one hand and a drink in the other. She lives in Charlotte with her husband and enough rescue pets to make life interesting.






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