A Writing Day

I’ve done the bare minimum of tidying my office. I have a glass of sweet tea, my go-to places for lists of open submissions (Aerogramme Writers’ Studio and Literistic), and a whole day to devote to my writing. Yes, there are plenty of dishes to wash and laundry to do, but in my office I…

May Palm-Sized Prompt

This month’s Palm-Sized Prompt was on the topic of things you’ll never do/never do again, and people who are no longer in your life.  I thought about writing about wanderlust or adventure, but when I sat down to write, I found what is generally true to still be so: we write about our obsessions.  We…

On Eclectic Iron: A breath of fresh air

The weekend before last (Thursday, 4 June-Sunday, 7 June), I volunteered with Iron Press at their second literary festival, Eclectic Iron.  In 2013 they celebrated their fortieth anniversary with the Iron Age Festival.  This year they followed its huge success with another fantastic weekend of poetry, theatre, and music.  I was lucky to be a…

Coming off the Back Burner

It’s hard to know where to begin. It’s hard to get back on track when life, a visa application, an international move, and so many small things have derailed what little normalcy you had.  But all those personal things — they aren’t really what this blog is about.  They have a tendency to push into…

(Not) Talking during trailers at Scene Missing

I can count the number of video games I’ve actually played—or tried to play—on one hand.  It’s not from a lack of interest, but more a lack of experience.  I can never remember which button is where, or what it does, so the only times I played Little Big World with my fiancé, I spent…

Literary fisticuffs at Write Club Atlanta

It makes sense that, as I later found out, Naked City is sort of Write Club’s younger sibling.  When I entered the Ballroom Lounge at the Highland Inn a few minutes after doors last Wednesday night, the music was already loud, and the seats were nearly full.  Even in a venue bigger than the The…

I became a resident of Naked City

Naked City?  Do I have to get naked?  Or is it just some kind of metaphor for the process of stripping yourself bare by reading your writing in front of strangers? I am a stranger in my own city.  I knew this when I entered The Warhorse Cafe for the first time and could only…

Some Books I’ve Read in 2013

It’s that time of year when people like to look back on the months past and evaluate how it’s been.  What better time to briefly consider some of the books I’ve read this year?   1.  Finishing Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott Bird by Bird is definitely my favorite book about writing I’ve ever…

Writing is like…

The experience of writing can be a great many wonderful things. Sometimes it’s like a bath.  I’ve always loved baths.  A bath is like a tiny swimming pool.  Whether you light candles, add bubble bath or a bath bomb, or have a cup of tea, it’s a span of time reserved for you to relax. …

To Surprise Myself Again

I feel pretty guilty that my unplanned hiatus from this blog lasted so long.  I’ve kept up with other things—Facebook, posting relevant articles and lists I’ve found on Twitter, trying to keep up with events in the writing communities I follow—but what began as taking some time off blogging to finish my final assignment for my…