Category: writing

30/30 Days 4-8!

Wow! Has it really already been eight days? I have successfully written for at least 30 minutes everyday since September 30th. My novel is now at 7,104 words– which is still not nearly as far along as I would like it to be at this point, but I do have the bones of the entire…


Hugo House 30/30 Recap Days 2 and 3!

It took me three days, but I finally reached my goal of 5k words! I have a grand total of 5,145 words out of a proposed 60k. On Saturday, October 1st, I had a photo shoot with the Crypticon Ghoul Girls, so I didn’t get my writing done early in the day– it had to…


Hugo 30/30 Day 1 Recap

I woke up dark and early (4 AM) for no real reason, so I ended up getting my first half an hour over with before 8 AM. I didn’t set a timer, just watched the clock. Once I got going, I was amazed at how quickly the half hour passed. I wrote about 450 words…


Madness: A Found Poem from Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Madmen freely tend sanity Malice listens My carnal madness rests in my dreams My dreams are deadly castles Castles systematically taint life Sanity, disease, insanity Decay in transcendentalism My dear friend Stay inside *** This was compiled through the OuliPo Prisoner’s Constraint method of found poetry, which uses only the letters that take up the…


Andrew and Emma

(Image by Safauna) Andrew opened his lunch and found a pink note card stuck to the plastic container. “I hope you are having a good day. Love, Mom,” read the note. Andrew quickly crumpled the note before his buddies could see it. How embarrassing, he thought. And on pink paper, too. He stuffed the ball…


My First Hex

Autumn air is always described as crisp, but that’s exactly how it was when I cast my first hex. I stood at the corner of the street and my eight-year-old body shivered as the cold air brushed against my bare cheek. Eric Desmond approached the corner and waved energetically. He didn’t go to my school,…


Bullet Tears: We’re Big Girls Now

The following is a flash fiction backstory of the main character in my upcoming novel, Bullet Tears. Five-year-old Donna tapped the plastic red person over the colored spaces on the Candyland board. She reached the last space and took her plastic person high in the air and dropped it on the Candy Castle. “I win!”…


Born to Write

School. When I was a kid, the word just meant bullies, incompetent teachers, and many trips to the nurse’s office to be sent home.  I feigned illness a lot just so I could get out of gym class or to avoid the bus ride home.  I was often terrified to go to school.  Kids would…