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The Birth of a Writer

Today is my birthday. I am 26 years old. Throughout my life, there have been many obstacles, changes, relationships, missed opportunities. I have grown up and grown apart from my goals. I have watched chances slip away, important moments pass me by. And I have, I think, done a whole lot of living too. Despite … Continue reading

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Finding My Genre

I am nearing the end of another revision to an old WIP, Songs for Ghosts (how many edits can one person do? Answer: many), and it has me thinking about genre. I have struggled for a while with categorizing this novel, for a number of reasons. Before I go into that, I’m going to give … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Jack

Sorry, Dad…   And through the heady, incensed smoke, through the din and screeching laughter of corseted and uncorseted ladies, he saw her. Her face alight with laughter, her dark hair in tangled ringlets about her heart shaped face. In the instant he saw her, he knew there would never be another who would capture … Continue reading

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Blog Hiatus, or, Life Happens

Hello all, I know I have been missed…maybe… Due to some random and life altering changes that have been occurring, I have not remembered to write a damn thing. No posts, no novel, no flash fiction. This has obviously made for a very boring and non-updated blog. But! I am going to try and do … Continue reading

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In Which the Pros Take Criticism

Happy Tuesday, everyone! I’m not going to write a long post today – just wanted to share a guest post from Kristen Lamb’s blog on a topic I know I have struggled with, and that is taking criticism from readers. A lot of us feel the need to defend our work against criticism, and I … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: The Game

I haven’t posted anything in a while. It’s not that I haven’t been writing, I’ve just been focusing on longer works and sort of neglecting the flash fiction format. This one was a quickie I wrote a few nights back. Not sure how I feel about it, but figured I’d post it anyway. We used … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Valentine’s Day

They sit on the hood of his car, staring into the sky. The moon is full and pregnant with light, the stars are dripping with it, diamonds catching and refracting it until the whole sky is lit like a beacon. The lake in front of them reflects everything, not even a ripple marring the image, … Continue reading

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Prose Poetry: My Bones

My bones are hollow, cracked, and dusty. Only good for breaking, only reset badly. I cannot layer them with books and hope the weight won’t crumble them. I cannot rest weary elbows on them and hope the years forget to splinter through. They are made for nothing. The world slips through the porous openings in … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Inbox

An old one. Maybe it seems like an odd choice, thanks to its melancholy, but it was written during New Year’s once, and seemed sort of appropriate, if angst-y. My inbox used to be full of you. And I hadn’t realized just how much it had emptied, just how trivial the content there had become, … Continue reading

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Writing in the New Year

I’m looking forward to 2014. I anticipate a busy year with lots of change, which is a good thing. 2013, for me, felt a little stagnant and stale. Actually, I did a lot more than I give myself credit for, so maybe it was my frame of mind that felt mired in sameness more than … Continue reading

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