Category: Writing

Excuses, excuses.

Excuses, excuses.

If you’re a serious writer, then writing is a part-time/full-time job that you don’t (necessarily)  get paid for.  As such, it should be treated with the same seriousness as your day job.  If you have a headache, you don’t call in sick for your real job, do you?  Don’t play hooky to hang out with your significant other, don’t put it aside for a a day at the beach.  Most people go into their day jobs and work the time they are scheduled, then go home and use their free time then.  We scream “writer’s block!” and “procrastination!” like crazy… […]

Posted February 3, 2012 in Writing // 2 Comments //
Prompt:  To Be Free

Prompt: To Be Free

Jenny stood on her toes and closed her eyes.  An empty stage, threadbare curtains open.  Rudolphus was working on the light fixtures near the back of the house.  Klaus and Gina were at the piano, working on the latest song for the new performance.  It was a love song, and Jenny had heard so many different versions of it that the chords were in her veins, and every time Klaus knocked against the clunky ivory keys, something pulled in her heartstrings.  She couldn’t stop herself – she danced. She danced with her bare feet against the uneven stage, not a […]

Posted February 3, 2012 in Writing // 16 Comments //
Love is just a game.

Love is just a game.

Why would the courtesan choose the penniless sitar player over the maharaja, who is offering her a lifetime of security? Sometimes human emotion overcomes our logic. This is true in real life – where people are romantically encouraged to follow their hearts instead of their minds – as well as in writing. As writers, our wants often overwhelm the reality of a good story. There is no fault in giving the readers a romantic ending – after all, the “happily ever after” is my favorite part of a story, but we need to remember to keep things sensible. I am […]

Posted February 1, 2012 in Writing // 4 Comments //
Prompt: “Jill Came Tumbling After”

Prompt: “Jill Came Tumbling After”

Given the choice between an unhappy ending, and no ending at all, I run. Sometimes, I can only run as far as my feet will take me, and it turns out my feet will only take me as far as Grace Community Hospital just off of Emerald Street.  The good news is that George will never find me in a hospital.  The bad news is that I have a broken leg and I am sitting in the ER line at 9:15pm on a Tuesday and naturally there only seems to be one qualified physician here.  Isn’t that the way it […]

Posted January 27, 2012 in Writing // 12 Comments //
“Coin”:  A Piece of Flash Fiction

“Coin”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

The coin felt like hope in her hand. Jessalynn smiled as she held it flat against her palm, rubbing it’s cold, bumpy surface with her thumb.  This coin – this was the first.  When the man handed it to her, so many years ago, it felt as heavy as the burden it implied:  murder.  Now it was light, and murder was child’s play.  She stretched out her legs and flipped her hair over her shoulder, watching the black and white television screen intently. The world she had come from was much like the one she watched now.  Dirty children on […]

Posted January 5, 2012 in Writing // 0 Comments //
The Burger of a Novel

The Burger of a Novel

Writing a novel is the fun part. It’s like the meat in a taco, a burger in its bun, that delicious gooey apple filling in a Apple Cinnamon donut at Dunkin’ Donuts. Unfortunately for those of us who prefer to wipe off the cinnamon and just eat the delicious pie filling, writing doesn’t work like that. You cannot have an epiphany in the morning, then write a brilliant novel, and be done with it. As nice as that would be, it doesn’t work that way. Research. Research has always been my nemesis (or maybe that was plot?). I have to […]

Posted September 6, 2011 in Writing // 0 Comments //