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The other day a woman told me she loved to read. I asked the obvious, "What sort of books do you like reading?" "Things that are real," she replied. I decided not to tell her I'm a writer. I did ask her about specific books she liked and we had a good conversation about good …
I had a fairytale published over at Enchanted Conversation. Click over to read, and read the other stories too. Leave a comment. Share. All those things help. They even made a cover for my story! Which was a pleasant surprise. In my excitement about having a story published and finding a nifty site to make …
Who's feeling a bit on the grumpy side? Grumpy, cranky, could-gnaw-on-a-unicorn-horn-if-I-were-evil-and-good-at-finding-unicorns. But I love unicorns! I'm not loving the state of the planet right now though. Who the blue blazes is? Nonetheless, madness aside, a writer has to write. I finished another draft of my manuscript Drowning Karma. I've lost rack of how many drafts …
One late afternoon in my Florida childhood, another lightning storm rolled in. A wall of rain moved steadily over the lake towards our house. I love the change in the air and the smell. The lightning flashed and flashed and flashed. I knew to go inside, but the terrifying and amazing light fascinated me. I …
May 2014 ends today. I spent the last few days in Las Vegas for a friend's wedding, and I completely dropped the proverbial ball on writing for Story-a-Day May. I didn't gamble in Las Vegas, not even with a slot machine. Most of the time, lights, sounds, people overloaded my senses. But I had a …
I'm doing Story-a-Day again! I love Story-a-Day May. Granted, I'm changing it a bit (more like a scene a day), but it gets me to write and it's fun. I post my daily efforts at my blog, The Fairy Tale Asylum. And if you're participating, let me know.
by Marta Pelrine-Bacon copyright 2011 Clarice possessed a fascination for sharp, glittering things. In her upstairs room she kept knives, needles, and razors hidden in a red box under her bed. Almost every one of them was stolen. Her mother couldn’t even abide the sight of cutlery and the sight of blood made her faint. …
