I read often the way to deal with rejection is to remember they’re rejecting the story not me. I understood that but my current short story got me thinking, for some reason. That sort of reasoning is far too practical. I’m going to file it under easier said than done. I might go as far…
I went into this story with a simple idea. A boss gives a picture of a female to a witch who he kept imprisoned in his basement. The witch drops the picture in a steaming cauldron putting a spell on the women in the photo. The women is driven to put herself into life threatening…
Here’s an excerpt of a short story I wrote. Enjoy! Michael held the green piece of paper to the light then put it so close to his face it touched his nose. For awhile, the only sound was his bare feet padding across the wood floor. It didn’t seem he’d answer me anytime soon so…
Awhile ago, I lost sight of what I said in the post Why I write. Writing stopped being therapeutic. It felt far too much like work. This is no longer the case but then, it became harder and harder to actually sit in front of my computer or before a journal and give my characters…
( I wonder what happens to the HP7 countdown gadget when it reaches 0. I know it’s the wrong picture but it’s all I could find. I think I’ll leave it there til I blog about HP. I won’t be seeing the movie until Saturday night.) In my previous post The Middle, I said I…
I keep learning new things about writing. I like it but it gets a bit old when every time I learn something new I see more and more holes in my stories. I’d written one novel years ago and reread it so many times. I liked it a lot. I still do only now I’m…
Moral was a curse used only against those you wanted disgraced or dead. Decency, honesty and loyalty were words Jade Mitchell’s parents planted into her soul and words this world spat on while crushing them under their feet. The street’s chaos put steel in her spine. Jade turned on her tunnel vision and walked with…
The world showed signs of summer’s death. People walked past Mike Waters with their heads down against the wind. No more pleasant talk. No more social events. People only left their homes when they had to. Night’s tendrils touched the daylight hours and infected the warmth, making people want to pull out their souls and scrub…
I wanted to fill the hole in my heart. I wanted to know what a real smile felt like. I couldn’t feel the sun on my skin. I grimaced. How was that different from any other day? “Sister what’s that.” A little girl ran into the middle of the road. A young woman raced after…
She had eyes only for the moon as she traveled the city. Shade settled in the middle of the dark, narrow street and leaned against the brick wall with her eyes closed reveling in the darkness around but nearly dead to her. For year Shade had been rejecting the darkness to maintain a form she…
