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A Latina Goldilocks ~ Cyn Vargas’s Movable View From the Keyboard January 17, 2012

Posted by Patricia Ann McNair in Blog posts, Things and Stuff, View From the Keyboard.
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I first met Cynthia Vargas when she was an undergrad, writing circles around her classmates. Today Cyn is a candidate in the MFA Creative Writing-Fiction program at Columbia College Chicago, and her work is lively, funny, heartbreaking, and all kinds of fresh. One of her short stories is in the early stages of film production talks. I don’t want to jinx things by saying too much about that, but believe me, I will share news with you as it comes. Mother, daughter, colleague, student, writer, and friend, Cyn is a glass half-full kind of woman who balances a full plate in one hand and a pen in the other. See what she’s got going on–

Cyn: I don’t really have my own writing space or office. My journals are in my closet under many sweater dresses (my latest addiction); Chekhov, Faulkner, and Murakami spoon my boots. I prefer to write at night, but will take the time whenever I can get time alone. When I can get a few hours of muted everyday on-goings. When I’m not at the library or tucked away in one of my secret writing spots, I write at home, on this couch, next to the patio windows, under the skylights, my dog always lying next to me. I’ve tried other places. My bed—which then is too tempting to take a nap—the other couches; but they just don’t do it for me. One is too large and one is too small. I’m like a Latina version of Goldilocks finding the place that’s just right. Here I write, rewrite, drink coffee or wine, rewrite, rewrite, rewrite. An island of sorts I strand myself on—no cellphone, no people, no internet—with only words to devour, getting lost in another world for a while.

Short Story Excerpt:

My grandma yanked me by the arm, her short jagged nails—that she bit while waiting for the Cicero bus—dug into my skin. The bus doors opened with a squeak that sounded like a guinea pig. She pulled me up the steps as though afraid I would run the other way as soon as she got on the bus. I can’t say that thought hadn’t crossed my mind.

“She nine,” she yelled at the bus driver, an equally fat woman with CTA stretched out beyond recognition on her wide blue sleeve. The bus driver bent at the waist as far as she could—which wasn’t much—and looked at me. One of her hairy brows raised and she eyed me up and down as though I was a criminal or something. “You nine?” she asked me and the wind that was coming into the bus stopped to hear my answer. I felt my grandma’s nails in the back of my neck and I nodded, my head limp like empty banana skin.

“She nine,” my grandma said yet again. Sighs and a couple of “C’mons” echoed from the back.  I hadn’t been nine for almost five years.

The bus driver waved her plump hand as though she didn’t care anymore and we went in, two empty seats left, one way in the back where some kids sat and laughed and one toward the front where the old people were. My grandma said nothing and shoved me into the seat between these two old folks that reeked of Ben Gay and hairspray. They both looked at me.

“You’re not nine,” said one of the old ladies, who held on to her purse like a dying fish.  Her hands shook and the zipper clanked next to the million of keys that hung off the strap. Her lips were thin and wrinkled just like the rest of her, and big brown blotches on her face reminded me of the chocolate chip cookies at home.

→More about Cyn Vargas and her work-in-progress over at her website: cynvargas.com. And once again–thanks for reading! – PMc←

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1. Dennis McFadden - January 20, 2012

Fun to see this post. I corresponded with Cyn a few months ago when she was in your class, and it’s nice to know that, despite a full-time job, full-time school and full-time family (not to mention that half-full glass), she’s still finding time to write, and to write well. Keep the faith.

Patricia Ann McNair - January 20, 2012

Thanks, Dennis. I’ll pass your comments on to Cyn. I remember her brief interview with you for that class. You were very generous in your support, kind sir.

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