Welcome to Cat Over Clock, where cats are more important than time.

Author Bio

B Elizabeth Bell lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband Jeffrey, their cats Artemis and Tansy and spirit cat, Basil.

Her debut novel, The Disconsolate and short story The Séance, naturally combines her lifelong fascination with ghosts, love for the epistolary, and an interest in her Slavic and Italian heritages, histories, and religions.

Always swept away by the landscape and often in a day dream, B loves cooking, eating, playing Dungeons & Dragons, and collecting rocks from any location, but especially the Oregon Coast or the mountains and deserts of Arizona. She shares a weekly writing practice with her generative group, the Fly-by-Nights, is a short-story contributor to the Truck Wine anthology, penned the foreword for the book Sybil of the Flora by Felicia Howe, and writes online at Cat Over Clock. B is a volunteer writing workshop facilitator at the non-profit organization, Write Around Portland.

She is currently writing and researching a late 19th century epistolary set mainly in the mining town Jerome, Arizona. Told through Madam Shaw’s letters to family and friends, the reader will follow the madam as she sets out to open her own brothel in the hills of gold. She takes the Transcontinental from the Midwest to California. Tragedy strikes and she boards a wagon—determined to take a chance in the new southwest territory of Arizona. It’s a haunting, humorous, and raw tale that has been keeping the Fly-by-Night writing group entertained since beginning the journey—and the first draft is written entirely by hand as they did in the 1800s.

What’s New

Pour out a glass of wine with me and bring the box of tissue over, I want to go back in time with you, I want to go over book collections and hear that letter read out loud one more time!

At the same time, I am plagued by human suffering and it often holds my heart in suspension. If you feel that lump in your throat rising up when someone mentions war or cruelty, I invite you to have hope with me.

Have hope. Poetry saves the world.

 

Ever,

B elizabeth bell