It was the last week of Clarion. My sixth story was critiqued on Monday, and I was startled, like coming out of a long sleep, to find I did not need to scramble to write another story by NEXT Monday. Read more…
Despite my frailty, which has included an inability to stand upright for more than 15 minutes, I went to the Cleveland Inkubator today at the main branch of the Cleveland Public Library. This is billed as an “UNconference” a free Read more…
Well, it’s official – I have Victorian Novel Heroine’s Disease. It’s incurable, the doctors are stumped, and I have developed a habit of fainting. I’m weak and helpless but not coughing or snotting or anything that would make me poor Read more…
Why isn’t writing fun anymore? I asked in a previous post, and there was a simple answer. So: how to make it fun again? I can’t forget all the knowledge that makes me self-critical and slow to write. 1. Admit Read more…
So, this really happened. I was helping my friend Mike move, and I had stacked the dresser drawers in opposite order so I could put them back in easily. The three drawers were all different sizes. I took the bottom Read more…
For the 2015 Clarion Write-a-Thon I have pledged to write 50 stories by August 1. I’ve written 17 short story drafts so far. Here they are, in order: 1. The 7th Street Matriarchy – 1,700 words – a group of Read more…
Working on the write-a-thon I find myself approaching my laptop with much the same dread as a dentist’s drill. Do I gotta? Yes, young lady. You made a commitment. Now write! What happened? When I was a kid, you couldn’t Read more…