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In which we find out that there's always a way to turn minor to major. Part one is here, part two is here, and part three is here. You'll be lost if you don't read them, and I think I can safely promise

Part 1 is here, and Part 2 is here. You'll wanna read those. I let myself into the dingy flat, put some soup on the burner, and dropped some rye bread into the toaster. I had been thinking about eating

When last we left our heroine, she was burning the clothes of her failed relationship, and saying goodbye to her late boyfriend's apartment with a dumpster fire (symbolic, that) and a confession. That

I spent a lot of time and energy last year getting to a 56 rep score, and today I log in and I'm a 25. I'm not sure how this happens, but I'd love to know. It's not the end of the world--my rep score is

Speak Ill of the Dead Part One of Two We had been dating a long time when Albert died. He did not "pass away", like the preacher said over the grave. He died. I saw him do it. I helped. I don't

The man next door is a gnome. No one knows but me. That must be very lonely. Maybe he has a tunnel in his basement that he uses to visit other gnomes. Or maybe that's dwarves. My friend Marnie could tell

photo credit My dear, lovely friend and sometime editor Lyz Schulte just tagged me on Facebook and challenged me to post the first seven lines of my current Work In Progress (WIP, for us author types).

Everyone knows the story of Leonidas and the Spartan 300 at Thermopylae. But there was another side to the story. Stand as Gods It is hot, and I am small. And haven’t I walked just as far as all the men

It's not what you think. Actually, it's not you. It's me. Specifically, I got a book contract, and that made posting hard. Then I got another one. That made it exceptionally difficult. Then school started

Halloween has busted out all over, which I dislike. It's a stupid holiday, filled with teaching children to beg, as if doing it in costume makes it better. I admit I don't mind carving pumpkins, because

Here's the shtick: I write a story, a scene at a time. Then I write a pair of second scenes, taking the story in two different directions--a story fork. The reward total after three days determines which

Here's the shtick: I write a story, a scene at a time. Then I write a pair of second scenes, taking the story in two different directions--a story fork. The reward total after three days determines which

Here's the shtick: I write a story, a scene at a time. Then I fork it, writing two new scenes that branch off the first one, kind of a choose-your-own-adventure kind of thing. Upvote money picks the fork

The raggedy sunflowers are dried and withered in the front garden, and need to come out. But my goldfinches love them so, and sing so sweetly every morning when they visit, that I can't do it. They don't

Here's the shtick: I write a story, a scene at a time. Then I write a pair of second scenes, taking the story in two different directions--a story fork. The reward total after three days determines which

Here's the shtick: I write a story, a scene at a time. Then I write a pair of second scenes, taking the story in two different directions--a story fork. The reward total after three days determines which

This story was written four years ago as part of a writing workshop, off the prompt to write something about an object: in this case, a marble. It was the first time I tried to write off that kind of prompt,

This story was written four years ago as part of a writing workshop, off the prompt to write something about an object: in this case, a marble. It was the first time I tried to write off that kind of prompt,

Here's the shtick: I write a story, a scene at a time. Then I write a pair of second scenes, taking the story in two different directions--a story fork. The reward total after three days determines which

Here's the shtick: I write a story, a scene at a time. Then I write a pair of second scenes, taking the story in two different directions--a story fork. The reward total after three days determines which