For latchkey kids everywhere
So I finished the novel I started in 1989 and submitted it to the SC Arts Commission’s First Novel Competition. Related posts forthcoming, this experience has been awesome. But here's the first post-submission reflection. Let me explain what happens when you re-join a world you created. First, you remember the times and reasons you created... Continue Reading →
With the 2013 Short Story Challenge, I had two goals: Write enough stories to participate in Khara House’s Submit-O-Rama in October Learn to write really good short stories As the count sits now, the first objective was met but the second is doubtful. Here’s the box score: Finished – 16 Accepted – 2 (one to... Continue Reading →
Last year I was five months in to the writing life I had always wanted. It started in April 2012 when I went to the Clemson Literary Festival and came home and wrote my first short story in 15 years. By October I had a few drafts of disparate stories and a finished novel whose... Continue Reading →
I started 2013 with the goal of having enough polished work to really participate in Khara House's October Submit-O-Rama. The rules state three submissions per week, which is 15 pieces (five weeks X three submissions).As you know, the 2013 Short Story Challenge went well and I have 13 stories but only 9 of them are... Continue Reading →
All right, short story writers. The first seven months of our Short Story Challenge 2013 have come and gone. The goal was 13 stories completed in 2013. Here’s my count: These stories are “New & Need Edits”: First Time Packing Boston God Called Daylight At the Fair These are the “Old & Revised”: Run or... Continue Reading →
Telling this story was a response to Maroon 5's song Daylight. I've changed *most* of the names. But like Anne Lamott says, "Tell your stories. If people wanted you to say nice things about them they should have behaved better." __________________________________________________ I could barely breathe when Tuesday ended. The house had been full of people.... Continue Reading →
I gave up poetry in 1996. I'd written a great verse telling an ex-boyfriend that I didn't miss him (lies) and comparing him to fat men in Speedos at the beach. Then I read the verses at an open mic poetry night and when the clapping ended I walked off the stage and away from... Continue Reading →
