Flash Fiction: Shadows

This is more like the opening to a book that I have not written. Shrug!   We huddle inside a shadow, hoping it’ll engulf us before we are found. Everyone here travels inside the shadows now, a world all their own since the truth came out, the Great Revelation, the proof that all those nutjobs … Continue reading

New Year, New Faces, New York

This year there was a huge,  unanticipated change to my life. If you read my post from last year, you’ll know that I was itching for SOMETHING to happen. That I was traveling all over, trying to find a place where I fit. My parents moved out of my childhood home and to a new … Continue reading

There is a War Within Me

“There is a war within me,” she murmured. “And both sides are at an impasse. The battles rage day by toiling day and at the end of it, when all the soldiers are dead or dying, I start to think that maybe I have made my choice. Maybe I can do without you. Maybe I … Continue reading

On Finishing What You Start and Binge Watching Buffy

I completed a 1st draft of a 90,000 word WIP last week. It as the same manuscript I started and wrote 50,000 of during NaNoWriMo. Between November 30th and December 18th, I wrote another 40,000 words. Naturally, my head just about exploded. I was emotionally gutted, from finishing the manuscript and events within it, so … Continue reading

On Winning NaNoWriMo

I won NaNoWriMo yesterday morning! This means I completed 50,000 words over the course of 30 days. My story is not yet done – I still have a ways to go before it’s completed. But I’ve carved out 50,000 words and that makes all the difference. NaNoWriMo is easy for some, but difficult for others. … Continue reading

My NaNoWriMo 2014

I sit down at the computer, coffee at the ready, my right hand man. I open my document, no longer blank, no longer waiting to be told what it is, what it’s going to be. 10,000 words stare back at me, waiting for more. A story is 50,000, 70,000, 90,000 brothers and sisters, crowding the … Continue reading

Prose Poetry: Unmade

There are unmade things in the earth. Unraveled things. Undone. Buried, buried, ruins of kings and barefooted beggars alike, gold uncreated, divided into its component parts, only the potential of it left behind, a kiss of memory in the rubble. Everything lingers, nostalgia for a time once whole, a fragment of memory, uncoupled from the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Rusalka

She is beautiful – all dangerous things are. But she doesn’t mean to be – beautiful, or dangerous. She doesn’t mean to lurk below the surface of a turbulent sea, waiting for men to appear in their ships, or out on the pier at a deadly hour. She doesn’t mean to kill them, to watch … Continue reading

Book Review: Station Eleven by Emily Mandel

After drooling over this book for months, I finally got my hands on it. A first edition, signed copy no less, which I didn’t even realize until I’d left the store and was flipping through the first pages. I should start off by saying, I was a little hesitant about reading the book because it … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Bird in a Girl Suit

She was a bird in a girl suit. Feathers gleaming gold and greedy in the light, sleek and dangerous in the dark. Covered in skin and blood and viscous tissue, hidden away from the world like some unspoken sin, something worth forgetting. But she was a bird in a girl suit, born to fly, to … Continue reading