Moving today’s post to Friday

I didn’t anticipate how much work I needed to move on to my computer before printing out my draft, and since I wanted to do a post about how I go about my editing process with a physical copy I’m going to have to move today’s post to Friday. I even wanted to post pictures […]

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50 Word Friday #31: Umbratic

Shade cools against the splintering heat of the midday sun. Sweat tickles against the band on my baseball cap. I rub at the annoyance. I step deeper into the grey shelter of the tree and my hand over my shoulder blades. Wonderfully, the heat of my sunburn begins to fade.

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No posts this week.

It’s later than normal, but I wanted to get something out to let everyone know I won’t be posting this week. I tore some ligaments in my forearm so I’m in a sling and brace for the next several weeks. I may be able to type with both hands next week so there might be […]

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50 Word Friday #30: Fishing

The sunburn on my back tells me I’ve been here for hours. None of the bait I brought appeals to the palette of these bass and trout. A carp leaps up, huge, mocking, and not what I want. I switch my bait. Cast. Maybe this time I’ll get a bite.

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First Draft is complete!!! I beat my own deadline!!!

Wow. I finished this morning around 11. I’ve been alternating between dancing with the dog and sitting down in a state of mental exhaustion. I wasn’t actually sure I’d get it done, but it is done and I’m not completely mad at it either. It feels a little bit like the ending of Ann Petry’s The […]

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50 Word Friday: 29# Roomba pun

“I mean, the Roomba took the cat sh*t everywhere.” She rubbed her tired eyes. “So, the sh*t hit literally hit the fan. No pun intended?” “I wish it were the case, but I found some in my closet.” The other woman shuddered violently. “That machine is super thorough.”

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50 Word Friday #28: Allure

“What drew the victim to you in the first place?” “Her fingers.” The cop who asked the question leaned forward. He set his notepad on the table. “What about them?” “She was polished. They weren’t. They drew me in.” The cop withheld a shudder. “Is that why you removed them?”   Note: Maybe because it’s […]

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