It’s been one year and five months since I wrote the first page of my current novel. That happened in December of 2010. Granted, that first page was more the expanding on an idea than an actual start to the thing. It came to me right after a surgery I had and I was only three weeks post op when I wrote that page. So after that, I sat on it for six months. The…
Getting candy in a family with five kids when you’re the youngest is a rare treat. For me, it was all about Mary Mare. Mrs. Mare was an old woman on our street — she lived in the smallest house at the end next to…
Do you ever feel like you’re reliving a similar experience that you’ve had before, but this time with a new twist or added element or slight or not so slight variation? It happens to me fairly often. Perhaps it’s because I carry certain past experiences…
I don’t know how to articulate this, but I’ll give it a shot.
Recently, I was standing in my sister’s kitchen and she was cooking something for her family for dinner. There was no part of it that didn’t include animal protein. She asked me to…
I have been writing since age ten, starting with short stories and poems that I would read to anyone willing to listen. In elementary school, during recess, I would make up stories and read them aloud, sometimes acting them out, alone in the bathroom before the mirror. Prior to that, my imagination was unceasing. People might have thought me a recluse, but I had a multitude of friends and activities going on all the time in my private world.
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