I like the Story-a-Day prompts. Sometimes I follow them as they are, but often I adapt them to fit what I want to do. And sometimes I ignore them. To me they're suggestions to help get you started, not binding contracts. Since I already have a something of plan--the stories should fit into my Telling …
Story-a-Day May continues! Today has been an off sort of day. I never quite got the hang of today. But I did sit down to add another story to the collection of Telling the Future with Illustrious Ladies. I don't want to share full stories on my blog, but the start of the second story …
I love StoryaDay. Often when I post about it, someone tells me why they can't do it. And there are many valid reasons for not taking part. Nothing is for everyone. (Well, air. That's generally for everyone.) So my love of it and participation in it is not me knocking on your door like a …
As some of you know, I created a Patreon. You may also know StoryaDay May is about to start. And the pandemic is taking a toll on all of us, one way or another. I'll keep making things and writing stories regardless. Some things I share here. Some things I sell on Etsy. Other things …
There was a large spider on the floor-length curtains. Large is relative, of course. I'd say it was about the size of the palm of your hand. I've told this story before, but this is in case you missed it. And the point this time is different. I was probably five or six. Before this …
It's here! My first event since the pandemic descended. The pandemic is still with us, of course. This is an outdoor event with half the number of artist than there could otherwise be, and we'll be wearing masks. I wouldn't do this at all if it were an indoor event, even though I am vaccinated. …
So so so often I work on a story, rewrite several times, put it aside and come back to it to rewrite again, finally feel like it's finished and share it, only to have panic and suddenly realize how much I got wrong. Such feelings are common for many of the writers I know. Perhaps …
A home that caught my eye in Salem. Definitely not the house I grew up in. In grad school, I had a final exam with a one word question. We had to write about this one word. (For the life of me, I can't remember how much time were were given, but it was at …
One more story. This is from before I was born. It is something my mother told me. My dad bought the house before they were married in 1965. He built his first dock. It proved lower than it should've been because soon after, the water level rose. About an inch of water covered the dock's …
I love the lake. The lake doesn't love me. Dad bought his house on the lake before I was born. The lake lives in my earliest memories. In childhood, dad would make me volcanoes in the beach sand. We had our best conversations on the dock. As a teen, I sat on the dock to …
Marta Bacon 