Short Story: A New List of Resolutions
Writing Prompt: Write a story in the form of a list of New Year’s resolutions. Reason to read this: My actual Amazon impulse buys make an appearance.
Writing
Wintering My Writing Routine
Here’s the truth of it all. I am passionate about writing. But once I started publishing, I replaced the need for creativity with a need to escape the daily grind of 9-5 work. My life goal became to make enough money from my books to quit my day job altogether and write for a living….
Poem: Wolf Howl (and the back story)
Watch any movie about an accident, and good cinematography will play the scene in slow motion. This is what it felt like as I sailed through air. I was aware of everything – the feeling of weightlessness before I landed, watching my dad drive away, believing he’d never know I was gone and I’d be lost forever.
Outside – A Rejected Personal Essay
This personal essay was rejected from an anthology, but not from my blog! Check it out, plus everything the judge’s had to say about it.
Short Story: How to Survive the Wild
A few years ago, I wrote a book called Turtle Treasure as my NaNoWriMo novel. I never published it, but it was a fun and non-serious novel about adventure in the face of deep-seated fears. This is an adapted excerpt from that novel, and it recently won a prize in a short story contest.
8 Things I Wish I’d Known Before Self-Publishing My First Book
#1. You won’t get to quit your day job
2021: A Year of Going Slow
I think we all can agree that this year has been a whirlwind of a year. Now, no one wanted to claim 2021 to be “their year,” but let’s be honest – we were thinking it. I mean, anything had to be better than 2020, right? But here we are at the end of 2021, and, well….
Short Story: Order Up
Ruby looked up, feeling her face grow hot as Brayden looked down at her, his face relaxed into that same irresistible smile he’d shoot at her in the hallways at school, the one he shot at everyone, the one that made her want to hide behind lockers or stay in the girls bathroom for all of lunch.
Short Story: No One Does Therapy Like a Dog
Buoy jumped out of the truck, a blur of reddish blonde fur as he raced in my direction. I dropped to my knees as the golden retriever reached me. He jumped around, his tail wagging against all my tomatoes as he soaked up my love.