Tammy Bird

Some people buy a fancy sports car or fly to far away lands when they hit middle age. I started writing fiction with strong female protagonists. A literature professor by trade, it seemed fitting to write about the kaleidoscopic prisms of human nature in thriller/suspense stories and novels, so here I am.

Welcome to my world.

My goal is to name the unnamable, to own it, to show the blurring of lines and the messiness of continuums. For me, psychological thrillers are a look into how people who are not all evil do bad things while living otherwise good lives. They are our neighbors, our friends, our loved ones. They are gay and straight and bi and ace. They are cis and trans and everywhere in between. They are us, or not, or both.

When I was in grad school, I had a professor that introduced me to two words that stick with me today as I write.

The first word is rhizome. I love the visual the rhizome creates with its multitude of roots and shoots traveling over and under and around and through with no beginning or end. Rhizomes are “detachable, connectible, reversible, modifiable,” they have “multiple entryways and exits” (Deleuze and Guattari). Connections are endless, as are possibilities. Like a rhizome, each time we touch another thing, we are created anew–sometimes good and sometimes evil–sometimes light and sometimes dark.

The second word is deconstruction. I cannot even begin to claim an understanding of the work of Jacques Derrida other than to say that his work continually points to a need to say what cannot be easily said, for it must not be silenced. Deconstruction challenges hierarchies, binary opposition, those terms where one is primary and the other secondary. Here is not the place for great conversations about signs and signifiers (unless you’re into that kind of thing, and then hit me up). It is enough to say that studying such things brought me to this moment and to the desire to write characters that show within each of us is always a trace of the other.

I want to produce writing that makes your skin crawl, not because it points out the grossness of Other, but because of its ability to show the underbelly of the world we all inhabit. It is life. And I am glad you are here.

Please stick around and explore.

Peace to you all.

Tammy