I've been writing a short story every day for the month of May. Really. The quality is questionable, perhaps the endeavor is questionable, but that's okay. I've had this collection of stories in mind for a long time and this challenges gets them out there. Except that I've never been sure of myself in short …
Author: mapelba
I'm a writer, artist, teacher, mother, wife, daughter, friend, coffee addict... What else? A success, a failure, a mess, a fan, a hater of housework, a lover of dogs, a liberal, an obsessive, and a bunch of other things that probably would never occur to me. I reveal myself in more ways in my writings and art than in any list of adjectives. And whoever you are, I hope most of all that you are a reader.
Do you write for or in spite of your mother?
"Don't you have a women's day?" my students ask. "Just Mother's Day," I say. I know full well other countries have International Women's Day. It was a huge holiday in Bulgaria. All women and girls got flowers and cheers. Sexism and violence against women are rampant there, but flowers are still pretty. I think it …
Continue reading Do you write for or in spite of your mother?
What can you learn in a week?
For a week I've been writing a story a day. The plan is to go all month. It's harder than NaNoWriMo. Do these challenges serve any purpose? I like the challenge though. I see my habits, images, ticks, and typos. Bloody typos. And I like the concrete goal. One day=one story. So much better than, …
The king is in the counting house…
To feel better or crazy or to procrastinate, I counted up how many words of fiction I've written since 2004. I didn't count false starts. I didn't count cut scenes. I didn't count blog posts. I didn't count the first three stories I've written for A-Story-a-Day. Total counted: 550,769 words. The final number disappointed me, …
Am on my way to the asylum.
So, because life is short and I've got all the time in the world (don't you?), I've signed up for this new challenge-- A Story a Day. I'll write one story a day for the month of May. I'm writing my own fairy tales with a bit of lifting from the Brothers Grimm and whoever …
Never underestimate the bus stop.
On Saturday, the first day of the art festival, the shuttle bus stopped near my booth. My booth was all the way at the end (or beginning?) of a long line of booths. 190 artists, after all. The bus drop off at the entrance near me keeps traffic flowing. I sell more art on Saturday …
I was here.
Well, I was at this festival selling art, but I missed this (because my booth was so far away). Anyway, I love these people. When I've recovered from the crazy exhaustion of festival madness, I might have something to say. For now, though, just dance.
Made you look! Ha-ha. Just kidding.
The art festival begins at 10 am Saturday morning. All day I've been running around trying to be someone who knows what she is doing and driving a truck that used to be owned by a drug dealer. (That's a story for another day.) I have taken moments to check comments here (thank you cell …
I don’t like you & I’m not going to share.
I read two short stories today. My intention was to take a few days to read these stories (in the same magazine but by different authors), but the stories pulled me in and I had to read them to the end. They must be good stories if I wanted to find out what happened. But …
You mean there’s more?
You might have read the first chapters of Drowning Karma. You might have liked them. If you are so inclined, I've posted the rest of the story. The novel won't be there forever, but you're welcome to it. I want to say that the story is a bit... a bit... hmmm... I'll keep it to …
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 