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How am I doing with the Creativity Workshop, you ask? I have two stories-in-progress from the first section of the workshop. I posted snippets of the second story ideas in these Flash Fictions — here and here — and the blog comments (thanks, everyone!) reinforced my thinking that this story could move in [Continue reading] This builds on last week’s Friday Flash Fiction: Barbara looked at her daughter. How could she tell her? Oh, Kirsten, by the way, I’ve been living a lie in front of you and Dad all these years? She winced at the false notion of ‘Dad’ that her husband, her daughter held. What possible [Continue reading] …and happy to be home. This past week while flying thousands of miles, driving hundreds of miles, and racing down countless high school corridors these thoughts occasionally sped through my brain: What was I thinking? Where did I think I would find the time for any personal writing or reflection? Or [Continue reading] Oh. My. I’m far behind and I’ve barely started. Can I do this? ::Holds nose and gets ready to dive.:: ::Dives:: ::Re-emerges, breathes, shakes water out of brain.:: Here goes: Weeks 1 – 4: The role of ‘place’ in a story As a relatively new Southerner, I’m constantly amazed at how much the change in latitude has changed [Continue reading] Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods. — Homer uh. Maybe it was the Other Homer who said that. I am heading late out of the starting gate for what promises to be a fascinating Creativity Workshop. Whether I make it around even the first lap remains to be seen, since [Continue reading] Becca ignored the ‘no trespassing’ sign to her right and continued down the long driveway. Dry leaves crackled as she stepped across them on the broken concrete. So much for quiet. She reached the door and stopped. Of course it would be locked. Of course she would be breaking the law. [Continue reading] Conversations with the person cleaning your teeth tend to be one-sided, so Crystal was able to run a monologue on what she was reading these days for a good half hour. I’d never heard of the books or authors she was talking about, mostly Christian women’s fiction. Her current read sounded ho-hum and [Continue reading] I don’t usually think of my current dog, Polly, as my intellectual muse and partner. Not the way Patch was. I think of Polly more as my personal fitness trainer, since as a hound dawg who needs to run, she forces me to get outside and walk or run every single day, no [Continue reading] This week-end I had the opportunity to see/hear Selected Shorts: A Celebration of the Short Story at my local university. This is an NPR series (I’d never heard it; my local station doesn’t carry it — but, yeah, now I know I can download podcasts and so can you…) in which professional actors read “classic [Continue reading] This is in some ways an add-on to my post on Signs. I spent most of yesterday sitting in the emergency room with a friend and watching dozens of people’s life dramas play out under the blare of daytime television, reeking of second-hand cigarette smoke and old sweat. By the time I got home [Continue reading] |
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