“Olden”
A short visit home
to see friends and meet new.
Almost like old times.
Steve D
My buddy is in from L.A. this week, and he met my son last night in a mini-reunion of high school friends. Good times.
A short visit home
to see friends and meet new.
Almost like old times.
Steve D
My buddy is in from L.A. this week, and he met my son last night in a mini-reunion of high school friends. Good times.
Lies are a cover –
Cloaking me from the outside,
From a night I can only assume to be starless.
It’s an art, this,
Hiding from the bad so completely,
You are no longer aware of the good. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #32 – Like Knives”
A squirrel shifts above,
a white streak through the foliage —
and the chase is on!
Steve D
Lovely readers, guess who is editing and crying and hitting the ‘delete’ button allllll over her brightly painted world of words?? Yup, me. It’s terrible. The figurative worst. (The literal worst is taxes.) And yet, here I am, chugging through and changing all these things I once held so dear. Continue reading “Rewrites and Erasure: Aka I Loved This, But Now Must Say Goodbye FOREVER”
This was another one of those weeks where it felt pretty busy/hectic, but I don’t really remember specifically what happened.
[Thinking…]
We had a lot of visitors and things going on around the house. That’s why it felt busy. I didn’t have much time for writing due to this, but progress is not always measured in word count
Austin L. Wiggins of https://writingsbyender.com was kind enough to post a review of The Warden of Everfeld: Memento on his site!
Go check it out, and his other book reviews, short fiction, thought pieces.
My favorite line from his review: “This book is deeply layered and impressively self-accurate.”
Thanks, Austin!
Writing introductory sections is hard. I struggle to write intros to my blog posts sometimes.
Okay, a lot of times.
But I’ve picked up on one key way to introduce characters to the reader in a new story: introduce your character in their element.
Continue reading “Introduce Your Characters in their Element”
Blank ceiling silently staring down
at me
Lying motionless
lethargic
apathetic
static
It’s all white noise
Empty and colorless
What reason is there to continue?
No one gets the dreams they pursue
No one loves the people they do
No one enjoys the path they choose Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #31 – Shell”
A refreshing breeze
tumbles down the street, bringing
spots of spraying rain.
Steve D
This week flew by. It’s one of those weeks where I feel like I did a lot, but I have to stop and think about it.
We brought Nugget to a craft festival outside Baltimore last Saturday. He was much beloved by many people who stopped to ask us about him. Apparently, it’s “brave” of us to take a 6-week-old in public. He mostly slept on my chest, wrapped in one of those backpack-style harnesses.
Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: Taking Infants in Public?!”