Category: writing

Songs About Writing

In July 2013, I got together with three of my fellow writers, www.catherinekean.com, www.nancyrobardsthompson.com, and www.carocarson.com to present a workshop on the rapidly changing publishing industry. We presented information on traditional and self-publishing, including anticipated costs, marketing strategies, etc. Basically everything a writer needs to know to make the decision whether to seek traditional publishing or …

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Tiny Birds and Other Fragile Things

Sunday morning a bird became trapped in our pool’s screened enclosure.  I’ll admit the screen needs some maintenance.  Our screen’s battle scars include a tree tear, squirrel nibblings, and even a three cornered tear in the roof from an angry cat. Despite four hurricanes trailing over us in 2004, we didn’t experience enough damage to call …

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A Tale of Three Pillows–Conclusion

  So the woman returned from San Francisco with her Good Fortune pillow and added it to the collection on the daybed in her office. While a worthy addition, the Good Fortune pillow didn’t quell the desire the woman had for a romantic, spectacularly tacky pillow like the one she remembered from her childhood.  Still …

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Flash Fiction

After reading a wonderful Flash Fiction piece by  Sally Franklin Christie, I remembered how much I love this form of fiction for the extremely short attention span. In case you aren’t  familiar with the concept, Flash Fiction is a complete story with all the necessary elements: plot, characters, etc. contained in 1000 words or less. …

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A Tale of Three Pillows–Part II

  The girl grew into a woman, and she did travel. She journeyed by car, train, and by airplane. She went North and South. She went East and West. Her collection of travel treasures included trivets, towels, t-shirts. Sometimes she brought home salt and pepper shakers or postcards. Her shelf of memories contained a miniature …

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A Tale of Three Pillows

Once upon a time a young girl knelt on the floor beside her mother as the woman opened a deep wooden chest. Trembling with curiosity,  the girl leaned forward to see the treasures in the chest. A shimmer of gold beneath an old book caught her attention. “What is this, Mama?”  Mama laughed and tugged …

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