Tag Archives: Writing

Iceberg Season

Back in August, I wrote my first story for the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge. At the time, my only hope was to survive the first cut…I never expected to make it to the finals! There are just twenty-five of us left, … Continue reading

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Waiting for Granddad

As some of you know, I have been participating in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge. This past weekend, I received my third assignment; I had 48 hours to write a ghost story, set in a gas station, that included a … Continue reading

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Quirky

This summer, Chatelaine Magazine held a personal essay contest. I submitted a piece, crossed my fingers, and waited. Today, I learned that my piece – one of over 700 entries – was not chosen by their judges. That’s okay. I … Continue reading

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The Sleeping Giant

A few weeks back, I mentioned that I was taking part in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction challenge, and shared my first entry, called Defective. I was very excited to learn that this story placed third in my group, giving … Continue reading

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It’s like chasing butterflies…

“It’s like chasing butterflies and trying not to crush them.” – Robin Hobb, on writing

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Defective

I am one of the participants in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction challenge. That means that, this past Friday at 11:59pm, I received a challenge which included a genre, a location, and an object and then I had 48 hours … Continue reading

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Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas…

  “Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.” – Orson Scott Card         photo credit: Andrea Costa … Continue reading

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I am irritated by my own writing…

“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.” – Gustave Flaubert     photo credit: Flооd via photopin cc

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Five Books

Confession time. Sometimes, I spend too much time reading about writing instead of just doing the work. Of course I know that there is no magic wand, and that the only way to be a writer is to actually (gasp!) … Continue reading

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Five Beginnings

I’ve been spending some time digging through my personal archives recently, re-reading old stories to see how they’ve aged while I wasn’t paying attention. On top of generating some new pieces, one of my goals this summer is to revisit … Continue reading

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