Dust I sit on the porch, watching your dust settle. It was all a lie. A performance. Years of attention and validation that you required of me blow away, meaningless as the dust your truck tires kicked up. A little pushback, and I’m dead to you. You taught me a lesson. I’ve now eaten from the…
*peeks out of Editing Cave* *sees life has carried on* *puts on pants and cracks neck* I return to society having finished the first draft and first round of edits for my next book. It’s now in the hands of a couple of talented critique partners, and while I wait for their notes, I thought…
Originally posted on Allison Maruska:
I recently read this post on A Writer’s Path about writing pet peeves. In it, the author describes three practices that are irritating, namely cliches, Mary Sues, and sloppy grammar/spelling. Scroll to the comments and you’ll see a handful of others provided by other readers/writers (including yours truly). After I…
This week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch is a bit different: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using your choice of microhistory from Keweenaw National Historic Park. Be historical, funny, or flagrantly fictional. Choose a character, time, place, or event. There are a LOT of stories on that site,…
Time for another entry prompted by these journal cards. As usual, I picked three randomly and one of those gets the full blog treatment. I considered doing the one about celebrity culture, since today’s news was partly dominated by Bieber picking a fight with Tom Cruise. Or trying to. And the comedic potential there could…
So this happened last night. The 14yo brainstormed ideas while the 11yo drew them. Now, because my children are my children, a silly idea like that quickly grows into something possibly ridiculous but definitely funny. And because their mother is me, the ridiculous, funny thing gets blog treatment. Ergo, I bring you… The Adventures of…
Spring is well underway, and in keeping with the season, Charli over at Carrot Ranch offers this prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes strawberries and mint. My piece includes toddler speak. I hope you enjoy it. The Garden I clap the dirt off my hands, admiring my work.…
