She has my head in her lap. Her fingers are raking through my sweat tangled hair; it kind of hurts, but I don’t want to pull away. All I need now is my little yellow plastic cup filled with apple or grape juice. I’m crushing ants with my thumb as they speed along theContinue reading “Where the Earth Starts to Slope (excerpt from Magpie in August)”
-5- OUT OF ORBIT I wish I didn’t want Dad back. Or you, little sister. It hurts too much to want. And it’s too damn hard to figure out which hurts me more, missing the dead, or missing the living; though I don’t know why it should really matter. What I do knowContinue reading “OUT OF ORBIT (an excerpt from Magpie in August)”
Words form sentences, sentences form paragraphs– page upon page my heart bleeds and for you there is a disconnect, so you pass on my manuscript. Either I’m a bad writer, or you just don’t feel me– You don’t feel me, bruh. I know what I’m all about.
Another agent passed on my manuscript. Fuuuhhh… When I finished my novel a few months ago, I knew it would be tough to break into traditional publishing. I’ve queried less than ten agents, and all but one have responded. I intend to keep sending submissions, as I believe in my talent as a novelist. ThatContinue reading “The Writer’s Struggle Is Real”