50 Word Friday #3: The Pool part 1

The chlorine smell hits me as I open the door to the pool. There are times when the smell and the sight of swimmers act like a challenge. They push me even as they take away my stress. I grow restless. I’m ready to do better than I did yesterday.  

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When to Not Be A Part of the Grammar Police

We’re back in action! Sorry for last week. I just realized that I was running myself ragged trying to juggle everything at the same time. I haven’t had the chance to write for some time, but I’m hoping to get back into action today. I did realize that there were things at my home in […]

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50 Word Friday #2: The Cave

There was still a hint of warmth in the air, but I know the air of the cave ahead will chill me to the bone. Curiosity blends with the taste of salt on my lips. I will take discovery over warmth. Warmth is safe, but I’m always drawn to darkness.

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Taking a personal day. Posts to resume on Friday.

Hi everyone. As much as I would have liked to post today my family and I have been dealing with some rather serious health issues, and I felt the need to take a personal day. I wish it hadn’t landed on the day I usually post, but I’ve honestly had a hard time keeping track […]

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50 Word Friday #1: Fall

The heat of the red, decaying leaves mixes with the cool air as I take a breath. It is dry here, but the leaves that I step on are soft and squelch under the weight of my boots. Perhaps it is the softness of the decay. The softness of fall.

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Returning home for that spark

Sometimes it takes returning to where things started. When it comes to medical issues with my family it tends to always get worse before it gets better, so I find myself home for the foreseeable future. Although I wish it could be under better circumstances I find that words are coming to me in a way […]

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Flash fiction #1: Windchimes

Wind chimes are meant to be joyful. They always come in bright colors, mimic leaves or butterflies, and tinkle lightly in the breeze. I love them for another reason. When I hear them I imagine that I can already smell the gathering storm on the horizon. I look for it. Yearn for it. The chime […]

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Writing is not the most important thing.

This post is going to be short. Between Hurricane Irma threatening our power last week and an emergency with a sick family member this week, I wanted to do a friendly PSA: writing is important, but it is not the most important thing. Life is going to get in the way, and you will know […]

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Finding your muse on the top of a mountain.

We went camping this weekend. We packed up the tent, sleeping bags, food, and an oversized, overexcited dog into the car and drove for five hours to go sleep on the dirt. Normally, I’d be psyched about this, but several months back I hurt my back, and it has made any physical effort, or really any […]

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Don’t be a cactus when people critique your work.

Now, bear with me here because I know that title is weird. I’ve discussed writing when you’re alone and scribbling away, but I haven’t talked about what happens when you finally hand over that draft that you’ve been working on. It is in my humble experience that a critique of your work is never going […]

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