read Episode 1 Episode 2: Sapa-tu-nee part one written by Jodi Jensen / follow her on wordpress, twitter & facebook Ada lay face-down on the cold metal table in sickbay while the Med-Arm whizzed back and forth from shoulder to waist, regenerating the tissue over her wound. Her husband, Etos, wore his usual frown as… Continue reading Episode 2: Sapa-tu-nee part one
Almost like coffee, music is a must when I'm writing (well, for me it is). Mood Music! It could be calming music or EPIC!, but no matter what I'm writing or how I'm feeling, one thing's for sure is my writing music has little-to-no lyrics. It's about the music, the instruments, and my story is the… Continue reading Soundtracks for writing
“If we need a resolution it should be to enjoy every moment for what it is: another step in our journey of life, another bite into what we have left. I mean that in a positive way:, our time is not eternal and should be used in the best possible way.”
Year has arrived, a time when we start again.
Contemplating the changes we would like to make, some as a result of
over indulging during the Christmas period, others with the intention of improving
ourselves or our surroundings. We step
into another year saying ‘out with the old and in with the new.’
It is impressive
that we believe changes can be made from one day to the next: New Year’s Eve to
New Year’s day; 2018 to 2019. Just one
day; in fact if I was to be pedantic, it’s just one second.
how much advice is given on how to stick with our resolutions this year, we
still manage not to see them through. It
saddens me to think that so many of us are setting ourselves up to fail and
when this happens, some will punish themselves while others will accept that
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It’s always utterly silent here…
I’ve traveled cluster to cluster, galaxy to galaxy, system to system, but this is my most cherished pocket of time, of space. Young and nubile. Hard to imagine she is mere trillions old and yet I cannot imagine her a child. I touch the lace of her gown, comet dust flowing between my fingers as she breathes a sigh. They all sleep this way – the stars. They all remain locked in stasis when Life exists near them, spiraling through the cosmos in a somnambulistic dance. Pulled by the plucked strings of He and Her, urged by the steps of I, she twirls in the inescapable gravity of all things larger than she’ll ever be. She can no longer enjoy their beauty as she is not allowed to be conscious. Life still exists here.
So why am I here?
The smallest of her baubles long…
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The new house brought a smile to her face. A mien that had been drowning in sorrow for months. Eyes that were more wet than dry. A walk that was more drag than swag. But, Alicia had reason to smile now. This new house—not even a house, a cabin, a dream-place, a beautiful wooden structure… Continue reading Bait
Cool story about the Big Bad Wolf!
***For anyone who listened to the podcast on ‘Constructing the Novel” this was actually one of the homework assignments from when I took that class. A fun new take on catching the big bad wolf. Enjoy!***
Big Bad pulled up in front of Grandma’s red brick house and cut the engine to the mini-van. He longed to put the top down on his ’69 Mustang and feel the wind in his fur, but no self-respecting Bible salesman drove a convertible anything. He lifted the horn-rimmed glasses to his face, settling them on his long wolfy snout, then straightened his yellow-striped tie.
This disguise ought to get me in the front door. A damn sight easier than standing out here shouting, “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”
He chuckled at his own foolishness. Of course, he’d been a young wolf back then, and full of himself. He’d been so…
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Another gem by Destiny
Greetings, my fair lovelies! I hope the past week has treated you well, that you found something new to smile about, and you got all the hugs your little heart desired!
For this week’s post, I figured it was about time to bring up the elephant in the room.
(Painting by Jen Callahan)
I…I like to write. *gasps* Shocker, right? Yeah, yeah, you already knew. You mind reader, you! Well, how about we go deeper then? How about we talk about…first manuscripts? *gasps again* Mind you, I’m no writing genius and can openly say that grammar is ever the thorn in my side, but who knows! Maybe there is a tiny nugget of encouragement you can pull away from this. If not, I hope you at least get a smile out of it.
When I started drafting my first novel, I thought it was gonna be easy. That’s right, I…
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Bird Box or A Quiet Place?
Hi again, loveliest loves in the land! I hope you have been well. Been taking care of yourself? Drinking enough water? Making sure to rest? Good, I’m so glad to hear it!
So, for this post I decided to step into debate world. *gasps* I know, I know, it’s a risky step! The question at hand: which is the superior film, A Quiet Place or Bird Box? Now that I’ve had the pleasure of watching both, I’m ready to dive into this dark abyss.
Let’s start with the predictable bit, which film is more frightening. Navigating through a hellish world with no sight or an inability to make sound? Now, while this really comes down to one’s personal fears, I argue the latter.
While not being able to see where you’re going sounds like a total pain in the ass, I think it’s a much easier issue to…
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I planned to just ditch her out there, ya know. Leave her in the snow to think about what she’d done. For how she’d embarrassed me. How she’d wronged me. How she’d CHEATED. I didn’t want to confront her. Didn’t expect her to confess. I was just going to leave her in the freezing cold.… Continue reading HERE: a 1k word story