Susan Marie Molloy

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My New Novelette – Available on Kindle for Free April 12 and 13, 2018.

My latest novelette, “The Stars Do Not Judge” is now available on Kindle April 12 and 13, 2018.  Here’s the LINK.

It’s the story about a high school reunion. Each chapter is written in a different voice and different tense. I know this style isn’t for everyone, and I think it’s best readers know this upfront.

That being said, this novelette’s chapters are like vignettes — little peeks into lives and personalities we all know and love or dislike. There’s humor, tragedy, happiness, and sadness, but overall this is a light look into the human condition.

I invite you to pick up a copy of the Kindle version and review it, either on Goodreads or Amazon. I am working on the paperback version, so please bear with me since I want a “perfect” presentation in that format.

Thank you, and happy reading!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.



“Pretense” by Pearl S. Buck

“Group of Figures. Porcelain. K’ang-hsi Period (1622-1722).” Photograph from ‘Words of Love’ by Pearl S. Buck.”

The American writer, Pearl S. Buck, is less known for her poetry than her epic Far Eastern novels. I am lucky to have found a small collection of her poems, “Words of Love” published in 1974.

These are basic, simple verses about love found and lost, and about life in general. There is nothing complex her poetry about the complexities of love and life.




In this collection, “Pretense” is my favorite.

“I put away the words of love.

You do not need them anymore.

And now I will pretend to be

Exactly as I was before.

Pretending, I will laugh and sing

Until night falls. Then to my shell

I’ll creep and hide myself away,

Pretending heaven in my hell.”

I wanted to share this poem because I think of its quiet and powerful illustration of love lost and the resulting emptiness and absence of light.

April is Poetry Month.

©️Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.



Original drawing by Susan Marie Molloy. Copyright 2016.


They are those little sayings that have been used much too often to be interesting or thoughtful.

The other week, my beau got a phone call. The caller mentioned something in the conversation along the lines of “a closed mouth doesn’t eat.”

Until then, that was cliché I didn’t know, so I looked it up, and it seems it originated in West Coast prisons. It means that you have to ask for something and keep on asking until you get what you want. Wear ‘em down until you get your demands, as it were.

This got me thinking. Clichés, sayings, platitudes, chestnuts, saws, whatever you call them – seem to be omnipresent. My ears perked up even more when I heard:

“You got this!”
“Everything happens for a reason.”
“Life is good.”
“God has a plan for you.”
“It is what it is.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
“It’s in God’s hands.”
“Only the good die young.”
“Nice guys finish last.”

I started to keep track of each platitude I heard or read, just to calculate a total. I gave up after one day. There were just too many to record.

There are people who speak mostly in platitudes, and I mean in real life. Could this be a symptom of social media, i.e., people are so conditioned to like, read, and share those memes with the insipid clichés, that any thought process to communicate meaningful conversations is beyond their abilities?


I worked with people who did speak in clichés ad infinitum, and by the way they used them, they didn’t know their meanings. Those little chestnuts just sounded intelligent and fresh. At least to them they did. They sounded silly to me.

What I know for sure is that when I left Fakebook over a year ago, my verbal and writing skills vastly improved. Before then, I wasn’t thinking in incomplete sentences, and sometimes I was writing in quasi-text.

I returned to the living, self-thinking human race, and what a relief.

So, let’s not reinvent the wheel. It’s not rocket science. It is what it is.

At least for those who won’t think for themselves.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Morning Meditation: Banyan Trees

There’s a little lake near my town where banyan trees stand.


Writing and Environment

Writing always was an integral part of my life, both personally and professionally. The environments in which I worked best to construct essays, analyses, speeches, reports, literature, and the like were fluid.   Moreover, I enjoy writing letters to my family and friends the old-fashioned way with fountain pen and good stationery. (That’s a topic for another article.)

In grade school, I worked around the chatter of my many sibling and the and clatter of their toys. By high school, I needed the radio to be on the desk playing music. My best essays were completed to classical music.

By the time I was in the 9-to-5 grind working as an analyst, I became immune to outside noises when I wrote reports and analyses. After all, in the rare times noises became too distracting, I closed my office door to help me concentrate without the clack-clack-clack of the secretaries’ typewriters and the harsh rings of the telephones; yet my radio would be on, but this time it was the yakking of talk radio, not music.

By the time personal computers replaced typewriters and telephone bells could be lowered to barely a buzz, the silence in the office became eerie. In those sections of the building where cubicles absorbed sounds, the quietness almost hurt my ears. And I found I was becoming less reliant on the white noise of my radio. There was something to this thing called “silence.”

These days, I am more productive in the taciturnity of Nature. My work schedule allows me to work at home and to enjoy Nature as my office. At home, the sounds of rustling palm fronds, the splashing of mocking birds in the bird bath, and the buzzing of honey bees in the bottlebrush trees become the conscious and intuitive environment that help to contribute to the efficiency of my freelance editor position.

Equally as important, as a writer, I pen my stories and poetry at home. However, I find immense inspiration and productivity at a nature preserve that’s within an easy walking distance from my cottage. There, the breezes dance across my notebook, the frogs grunt and croak under the boardwalk, and cries overhead from hawks all clear my mind to put a greater focus to the words pouring forth.

It’s interesting how a person changes and how the opportunities within environments can influence one’s creativity and productivity. As a teenager, manmade sounds helped me to write. Today, I let Nature take the lead.

This week, I spent time at the nature preserve and took in the melding of the sky with the lily pads in the pond.

“Where Sky Meets Water” Original photograph copyright 2018 Susan Marie Molloy. All Rights Reserved.

It was energizing.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.