The First Novel

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 →

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A Commitment Ceremony for More Short Story Writing

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 →

What I learned in Submit-O-Rama

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 →

Let Submit-O-Rama Begin!

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 →

Short Story Challenge Update

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 →

Daylight

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 →

A Very Rare Poem

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 →

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