What I Did Over My Summer Vacation
Whatever does a writer do over a summer vacation? Let me rephrase. Whatever does a writer who doesn’t have the funds for world travel do over a summer vacation? That’s Continue Reading →
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And So It Begins—Again
Hello, everyone. Here’s hoping you all had a great summer. This is a short note letting you know my summer hiatus is ending and my blog will return this coming Continue Reading →
Leave of Absence
This is a different kind of post, but one of my most important in the five years I’ve been blogging. I want to say at the outset that I appreciate Continue Reading →
The Missing Character Crisis
Crisis averted. In the span of a week I stumbled in drafting my WIP, dove into crisis control, abandoned the story (temporarily), penned a novella, and returned to the WIP. Continue Reading →
Til There Was Quiet
Fleeing, hiding, escaping, self-harm. Kneeling, reeling, holding herself, overcome. Misery, apathy, nothingness, alone. Clear tears, red tears, side by side as one. Crying, dying, she exhaled and was gone. ©May Continue Reading →
She Learned
She learned… paint a smile, pull it to the eyes, see through their lies, and assist them when their deceits stumbled. Aiding their deceptions was well advised, for to do Continue Reading →
Running Headlong into Myself
So, I find myself in a strange place in my life where I walk around and think to myself, Gee, this place is strange. I’m serious. Okay, not completely serious, Continue Reading →
Born Without Fire
Kneeling, she blew on the dying ember to restore its glow, a touch of warmth to set against her skin. It was all she had they hadn’t taken— and still Continue Reading →
Sometimes She Died
Sometimes she needed to escape the lies. Sometimes she held herself and cried. Sometimes she died. Sometimes her hope frayed against the “why’s.” Sometimes her visions of diversity whispered goodbye. Continue Reading →
A Life Thread from Birth
Threads run through the stories I write, they also run through my life. Some run for a lifetime, others briefly, and still others disappear and reappear and I have no Continue Reading →