Yes, I'm a little crazy for taking up the challenge of writing 50,000 words for a new novel this month. Yes, I know I've tried a few times before and always fallen woefully (WAY!) short of that lofty goal. Yes, yes, I know the definition of insanity! Moving on... But
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What I'm usually doing when I'm supposed to be doing something else... If I'm on my computer, I'm probably playing with photoshop. Recently, I found some really old (1880s!!) cabinet photos in an old photo album, in an old chest full of stuff that had belonged to my grandmother-in-law. A
Tough day. New heels. Expensive ones. A six-word story written for Daily Post's Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction.
Do you read? Do you write? Do you read about writing? I do. This is my to-be-read stack. I really should get to it, I guess. Daily Post: Books
Daily Prompt: Progress Jeff Goins is hosting a challenge for writers: to write at least 500 words every day for the month of January. There are many reasons I love Scrivener for writing, and one is the session target. These little progress bars start red and gradually fade more and more
So, I might have overcommitted, just slightly, this month. You might not see a lot of posts from me. But hang in there, I'll be back when things slow down. I've recently joined a new online writing group site, Writer's Carnival. I love this group of writers/reviewers and there are all
Writing is not usually a team sport. It lends itself to the solitary lifestyle. Some days, I don't even change out of my pajamas, let alone shower. But this is where writing communities can be helpful. And I'm involved in a few. I'm a founding member of an online group
Warmly colored leaves soften the cold forest floor beneath me. I scour the sky for meaning, in vain. The encroachment of evergreens and branches keep secrets. I shriek for answers that will never come, and tears burn unimpeded into my ears. But no one’s listening to me, not even the trees.
My newest flash story (with one of my photos) for the 55-word Flash Contest by Austin Briggs. Go see what you think, and be sure to "like" it. Becca ;) For My Broken Heart Timeless Writing.