eclectic urge
eclectic urge
blood suckers
From the short story collection "What's Left Over: Stories Inspired By Discarded Things"flash fiction - 500 words
what's left over
From the short story collection "What's Left Over: Stories Inspired By Discarded Things"short fiction - 1500 words
Here's a small sampling of things I've written. If you want to get a sense of my overall genre and style I suggest reading my two shorts, "blood suckers" and "Wow! Savings", plus the first Chapter of my novella "Daydreams In The Land of The Magic Pill". Most of my longer fiction is speculative and takes place in a version of the future that includes "Daydreams...". I will be adding stories that I don't plan on sending out for submissions on a semi-regular basis.-------------------------If my writing appeals to you, subscribe to my Substack. It's free, and you'll get updates in your email when I post something new.
My 2022 novella serialized in nine parts (released bi-weekly)chapter length varies
pastpresentfuture
a personal essay about the nature of time and my habit of making "friends" with inanimate objects
writing by Tamara Bagnell
A brief sampling of some of my experimental sound pieces with visuals attached. More to come...
Forks (2023)
digital sound collage -- live-recorded performance with tuning forks and no effectsHEADPHONES RECOMMENDED FOR BEST LISTENING EXPERIENCE
Last Girl's Diary (2003)
Instruments (best I can recall): Korg MS-20 analog synth, toy keyboard, bass drum, drum sticks, bass guitar, cassette tape case, hands, various toys and household objects. Recorded and edited via cassette 8-track and Garage Band.HEADPHONES RECOMMENDED FOR BEST LISTENING EXPERIENCE-----------------------NOTES:I created this experimental sound piece sometime way back in 2003. It was inspired by my own childhood imaginings while playing in the woods, or on isolated banks of rivers, anyplace where signs of life were thin. I loved to pretend I was one of the last people on earth, suddenly on my own and figuring out how to survive. At age 25, when I was messing around with the series of short musical sketches that would become Last Girl’s Diary, I had just moved from the “big city” to a quasi-rural (in comparison) rental outside a college town. The nights there were darker than I’d ever known, and I’d often catch glimpses of wild turkeys or the old lady from next door passive-aggressively mowing my section of our communal lawn out my back window. Young, unmoored, and socially isolated, suddenly 600 miles from everything I had ever known, life was forcing me into shapes I wasn’t entirely comfortable with. This was the mental landscape from which Last Girl’s Diary was born.
sound and video by Tamara Bagnell
