At the end of every month (or almost), I dive into my drafts pile to dust off ~1000 words of a story fragment to share with my patrons. I'll also include some notes at the end on how or why I wrote the piece, how I'm feeling about it, and maybe some other feedback I've received on it.
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Even the three crows arguing in the old Dutch Elms quietened. The pétanque players were gone, the rings and weighted balls stowed away neatly. No sounds of children, no passerby, no baby carriages, no dog walkers.
A quick update on where I’m at with patron rewards after a heartbreakingly terrible summer; announcing a handful of openings to the Writing Corner if you’re already a blog patron; and offering a few calming photos I took this summer to be used as desktop or phone backgrounds, if you so wish!
This March, I share with my patrons an attempt at a short piece of autofiction (fictionalized autobiography). My goals are to experiment with polyphony and scene transitions between overlapping memories.
"There was, between two busy boulevards, a blind alley where grapevines and rosehips and dandelion bushes had long since taken over the edges of the disorderly back courtyards."
"There is a balcony, high up, against a mountain of bricks. I am still little. The man brings out bags of earth and fills in the boxes. He plants little flowers. I have never seen flowers grow up."
