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Category: writing
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Tiny invisible hugs
As I was making the bed the other day, I was stripping off the sheets and quilt, pulling fresh ones from the blanket chest, and contemplating our interconnectedness with the past. In my case, making the bed forms this bridge for me on purpose. I chose to buy a pair of blanket chests in a…
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Two down, two to go
I came out of LibertyCon with invitations to participate in three anthologies. I was very excited about that – Sunday evening at the con, when it was all but over and the last casual groups were hanging out soaking up some social time with friends we might not see again for a long time, I…
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Sources and Stories
When I was writing Possum Creek Massacre, I was drawing from a lot of sources. Most of them unwritten. I did do a little research into the folklore of the area, and some into locales, although that was mainly to make sure there isn’t actually a town named Possum Creek in Kentucky (There isn’t, although…
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Be a Mistake
(author’s note: flash fiction from a friend’s prompt about giving compliments and how they help the giver more than the given). “It would be a mistake,” she said, crossing her legs and looking out over the water, not at him. Never at him. “To say I didn’t care.” “No?” He stood looking over her head…
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Cover Reveal!
I’ve been putting off the revisions long enough. It’s time to delve into my least favorite part of writing – taking apart my baby and putting it back together stronger, faster, better. But while I’m working through that fraught task, I wanted to share the cover for Possum Creek Massacre with you all, so you…
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Toilet Troubles
“I told you to put the lid down!” He shouted as he reached for the plunger. “I did!” She wailed, standing in the shower as far from the toilet as she could get in the small room. “Back, back damn you,” The plunger swipes were only increasing the magnitude of the problem. Her scream echoed…
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Pull Up Your Socks and Get to Work
I’m a big fan of wool socks. I’m not sure when my love affair with thick, warm, wicking socks began, but probably some time in my teens when I realized that although cotton socks with colorful creatures on them are cute, there’s nothing like wool socks for keeping your feet warm and dry in the…
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Tempus Fugit
I’m back to chasing the cursor. Once, it was the blank page that challenged me, waiting for the graphite or ink to be spread over it in symbols that could be sounded out into meaningful patterns. Now, it’s the cursor flying across the screen, sometimes backward to correct an errant finger, but mostly onward, ever…
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Characteristics
A meme-ified version of the post earlier. Please feel free to download the image and share…
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Woodsmoke and Violets
There was a meme going ‘round on social media recently I shared, because I liked it. It described a person’s traits in evocative words and terms, asking ‘what fits you best?’ with header words like woodsmoke, ink, saltwater, and such-like. My First Reader looked at it and pointed out that most of the sections were…
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The Recipe Index
I’ve been asked many times if I’m planning to do a cookbook. Not in the near future, no… but I did get a prompt from George Phillies that got me looking for index plugins for WordPress. As a result, there’s now a ‘recipe box’ you can use to explore the recipes I’ve blogged here. With…