The girl standing at the door was completely incongruous with the surroundings of the old-fashioned dish pit, and in an addled Turkish-coffee-and-sleep-deprived moment, Shea forgot that it was rude to stare.
Gifts To My Blog Patrons
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.
Reports circulate that Social Network users are shocked beyond all reasonable belief that Groups who have rules against allowing face-eating leopards then block Groups hosting face-eating leopards.
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!
Storms are good teachers. Here are some of the lessons storms have taught me.
Over my April poetry writing marathon, 3 poems really stuck out to me. So here are three audio recordings of me speaking the three poems!
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.
"I heard a noise, high and disturbing, utterly unfamiliar. It was coming from a huge truck parked a few metres ahead of us..."
"This here, this was the big reason Sol hadn’t wanted to live with their grandmothers (...)"
"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."