Though fiction is my truest passion, I do love writing foul-mouthed social commentary–mostly because I love swear words and my (highly esteemed) opinions in equal measure. Ha! But for realz, I love writing. Always have. I was the majorus dorkus in school who enjoyed crafting bodacious term papers after spending obscene hours researching the goddamnContinue reading “About Me: life as a writer (part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5–I’m Alive!)”
She admires the pain heavy breathing beside her. At least you can still feel, she thinks. She slid into bed next to her sleepy lover; watched the rise and fall of cotton sheets. You can’t help but cry. She always wears a smile when she ought to be ashamed.
So, I’ve been preoccupied with writing my election coverage article for The Bridge magazine; our debut issue is scheduled for January 1! I’ve just decided to take a break from work, perhaps conjure some fiction, or compose a poem. But, fuuuhhh, my brain is incapable of braining at the moment–unable to change trains.
This past July, I submitted an essay by request for the Mansfield Gay Pride Festival, which was published in this year’s Pride magazine. The magazine is presently under new construction, with the first issue release date of January, 2017. It is now official. I am a writer, and proofreader for this exciting new brand. Gaaahhh!!!
I am so pleased and honored to announce this blogger milestone! Thanks to all who read me, and support my passion for writing. I am surrounded here by so many great writers and artists, and kind, thought provoking friends. I am inspired every day by you, and touched squarely in my heart by all theContinue reading “200!”
“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you out of your fucking mind?” I’ve heard that question before. And up until now, it had been the first and last time I’d ever heard my mother use the f word… The snow was rushing toward the windshield in dizzying spirals; little Tabitha was sleeping, leaningContinue reading “Winter Outings”
Abby arrives at the front door with the new day. She does not knock before entering into the cool kitchen because she does not have to; the door is never locked unless both of them are away, far out of town. The lights are all off, and the only sound she hears is theContinue reading “Excerpt from a first draft long forgotten”
I put up a fight so brilliant, I won–I finished my first novel. Now I’m fighting for my second; only 25,000 words deep, and I’m already considering a pretty major reconstruction. This decision, I never make lightly, mostly because I have trouble letting go of the “perfect.” Perfect scenes, perfect dialogue, perfect character motivation. IContinue reading “About Me: life as a writer (part petit four)”
Spending time with myself in the night– the best company, when all is quiet but the voices heard only by me.
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”