Alice Park Photography On a weekly basis parent child relationships are forever severed by the law. I’ve seen it too many times to count. I don’t envy those responsible for supervising the goodbye visit between parent and child. The thought of looking either of my children in the face for the last time brings tearsContinue reading “Cherishing a Short Life”
Monthly Archives: July 2014
Writing Space and First Drafts
Over the last few weeks, I have been thinking about making a space for me to write at home. Up until now, I have just sat at either the living room table or the kitchen table. This arrangement requires me to pack up all my writing gear and move it from place to place. ItContinue reading “Writing Space and First Drafts”
The Death of a Dream
The death of a dream is the worst imaginable type of death. Death in any form is awful, but to watch someone’s dreams struggle for breath, fall to its knees clutching at its heart, to never rise again is the most traumatic experience this life has to offer. Dreams are crushed everyday throughout the world.Continue reading “The Death of a Dream”
Flash Fiction Friday: Boxed Princess
Sally Montgomery sat cross-legged on the floor of the attic, like a five-year-old on the first day of kindergarten gazing up with barely contained anticipation and excitement at her teacher who might as well unfurrow her white feathered wings because she knows they’re tucked away beneath the autumn dress. Sally wasn’t five any longer, butContinue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Boxed Princess”
Courage and Empathy of Writers
It is my theory that writers have a deeper understanding of human motivation and behavior than others in the general population. They may not have the expert terminology of a neurologist, psychologist, or psychiatrist, but their comprehension of what goes on in our heads is significant. In order to write three-dimensional characters, writers must becomeContinue reading “Courage and Empathy of Writers”
WTF is an Author Platform?
A few years ago, I was asking this question. Had I known then what I know now, I would have been focusing more on building my platform and a little less on writing my manuscript. Writers write, but if they don’t have a platform they don’t publish or sell the book that they have spentContinue reading “WTF is an Author Platform?”
Tree Wizard
The sun pierced the old man’s pale blue eyes despite the brim of his grey hat. The frayed hem of his grey robes rustled last year’s crumbling underbrush, as his quick steps pressed into the carpet of damp decaying brown leaves. Yellow beaked blackbirds swooped low and chortled at his invasion of their woods soContinue reading “Tree Wizard”
How You See Me
Seeking eyes and whirling thoughts piece together who I am. Despite my many faces, my eyes have never changed. A brief once over tells me if you want to open me up or forget we passed within a breath. Your suns shine cold on my skin, as the storm clouds wrap me in warmth. Hold me steadyContinue reading “How You See Me”
In fiction, we find ourselvs.
Writing for me is a release. I often wonder how I ever got along in life without it, but then I realize it’s always been there in one form, or another. As a teen, I kept a journal and wrote poetry trying to express those overwhelming emotional upheavals that seemed to continually crash upon meContinue reading “In fiction, we find ourselvs.”
Pantsing or Outlining Your Novel
When I first began writing my memoir, Fighting for a Chance to Dream, I wrote in a haphazard style. Whichever memory popped into my head, I typed into my laptop. This would then bring another memory to the surface, and I would diligently type it up. The result, drumroll please, was a freaking train wreck.Continue reading “Pantsing or Outlining Your Novel”
Fighting For A Chance To Dream 