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Writing to Chicago
In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. Brandy had been sitting in the Accord so long she could barely see past the steam collected on the windshield.…
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Twitter Updates for 2008-10-19
@velvetjademuse it was fun! How did the character sketches come? Any good drinks? # @creativelywrite They keep us young, right? # still on deadline but seeing the light at the end of the tunnel! #
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Arguing with a lover
And it was during those times when they went at it like two boxers before a fight calling out threats from across the ring she knew why they called it a thin line as passion swelled underneath tears wasn’t long before he swelled underneath her fighting gives way to frolicking her hand underneath his – brief as lines are…
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Twitter Updates for 2008-10-18
Playing drinking games and pretending like I’m still in college. Why not? # Powered by Twitter Tools.
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Lessons from Grandma: Speak your mind, live how you want, and don’t let time slip away
The first time I ever met Jeff’s grandmother was in April of 2000. Jeff’s sister, Colleen, his stepdad, Gray, and I drove from N.C. to Florida for his brother, young Gray’s, high school graduation. We arrived at Grandma Kochel’s house late – probably 9 or 10 p.m. I walked into Grandma’s house for the first…
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Involuntary furlough
I am fighting sleep only for the chance to hear your voice. Call you at 2 a.m. just to make sure I’m still in your dreams Drink a margarita for me please Make it extra strong — These days, we need the strength. I go out to the woods to seek my transcendalist side Decide…
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Love, Dad
In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. I thought about sleeping with him once. Briefly. Then I decided I would get more satisfaction with a dead man.…
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Feeling a little lost today.
I am impatient, overly sensitive and I know I worry too much. I resist change and I get defensive when I feel like I’m being told what to do. I cry too easily when I shouldn’t, not at all sometimes when I should, and I’d be willing to bet money I don’t look cute when…
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Bring on the drama: I need material
When I am sad or heartbroken, the positive thing that I can usually take from it is poetry or short stories or journal entries. When I am happy, my creative writing blows. Never really written about puppies or sunsets – not well, anyway. The past several years have been mostly a happy time for me. Is…
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I hate change.
When I was a sophomore in high school I had it all. Great friends that I had grown up in the town I’d lived in since I was 3, a great social life that included hanging out with BFF Amy literally every day, and great times in the neighborhood with more friends and family. Then…