Flash Fiction: The Pupil

An awesome online lit journal called Molotov Cocktail published a piece of my flash fiction recently, called The Pupil. If you like serial killers with a twist, then maybe it’s for you. Either way, it’ll only take you a few minutes to read it. So support a sweet journal while you do! You can check … Continue reading

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Prose Poetry: Spilt Milk

Don’t cry over spilt milk, they always say. As if sorrow is akin to something as useless as weeping over milk containers emptied onto the floor or the table or the countertops. As if sorrow is truly so silly. But sorrow is like spilt milk, is thick and pale and fast spreading and hard to … Continue reading

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The New Leading Man

Lately, something has changed. I know you feel it too: the hunky, perfectly coiffed, buff and charming leading man that we have known for so long has been replaced. The brilliant, lanky and mischievous Loki garners more attention than his ruggedly handsome, blonde brother. Sherlock (all three of them!), a brilliant man who uses (or … Continue reading

Inspiring Blogger Award for The Quill, The Key, and The Compass!

I woke up to a lovely surprise from My Little Book Blog this morning, and I think it’s safe to say this brightened my whole day! So thank you, Lizzy, for giving me this awesome award! Here are the rules for this blogger award: 1.Thank and link the amazing person who nominated you. 2.List the … Continue reading

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Prose Poetry: Tornado Sky

A short one. A storm roils overhead, gray clouds swirling green and then a deep violet- black. There is nothing here. A field, flatter than a pancake rolls far and away for miles. A thin highway snakes across the plain into the clouded horizon. Alongside it, the train tracks are embedded in the earth, iron … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Lindy

I stare at Lindy Phillips for a long, long time. I take in everything about her: the long tendril curls, undone in the water. The heart shaped mouth, lips pursed in surprise. The ripped white tights, fabric flayed open. The yellow dress I remembered as a gift from her mother, tattered. Her fingernails are painted … Continue reading

The Truth About Goals in Storytelling (Hint: Your Character Should Have One)

I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. Beta reading, manuscript reading, book reading (damn you and your trilogies, Chuck Wendig!), and I’m noticing something interesting. It is easy for writers, even really good, talented writers, to write 250 pages about a character with no real goal or motivation. And hot damn, is it easy … Continue reading

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In Which I Give Some News

So many wonderful things happening lately< I thought I’d better share! First, New York is a go. I will be leaving Denver in late July and trying out life in a huge, sprawling city. The last time I lived in city that big I was twelve, and I lived in Toronto with my family for … Continue reading

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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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