If it had been any other storefront, she wouldn’t have hesitated. The key, dangling from the knob on the roof access door, sang a siren’s call. She could already half imagine the shenanigans they would get up to, two stories above the rest of their sleepy little town.
But it wasn’t any other storefront. It was THAT storefront. And because it was THAT storefront, she paused to lick at her chocolate ice cream cone and consider her options.Read More »
Sometimes it was difficult to force her body to move through the sequence of chores. Her feet would grow leaden and her fingers would refuse to grasp. The buckets and barrows that normally danced as she commanded would stand sullen and still as the afternoon light deepened.Read More »
I reached a pretty spectacular milestone in my writing adventure yesterday.
I’ve blogged about this before, but I struggle to understand where my stories come from. Other writers will talk about creating whole worlds but that’s not how it feels to me. I don’t feel like I’m creating or inventing the stories I write. It feels more like I’m tapping into a source and downloading them through my fingers.Read More »
I have passed the half-way mark on my very unofficial goal of writing every day this year! It’s been a couple of months since I posted an update. Here’s the scoop:
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is a sleeping dragon
the cave of my brain.
When she sleeps,
she sleeps deeply.
When she wakes,
she wakes hungry.Read More »
Dylan stood under the sickly light of the neon sign as the bus hissed and heaved itself forward. She checked the time.
Ten minutes late. Her mother’s disapproving tone rose in her mind, unbidden and unwelcome.
“That’s basically ‘on time’ for me, Ma,” Dylan muttered.
And look where that’s gotten you, her mother continued. You can’t show up to your first meeting late.Read More »
One of the side-effects of learning to declare myself a writer is that people believe that I am capable of writing things. I have people offer me suggestions and ask me to write things for them. Not often, but certainly more often than I did when I told people I was a teacher.
I understand that these suggestions and requests come from a place of honor and respect. The people in my life are saying “I believe you” and “I trust you”. As someone who holds being reliable as one of my strongest toward values, this means A LOT.Read More »