Some time ago, I was sent a prompt from Firefly Writing‘s subscription service, Hello Writer. The prompt was to write about our vices based on a poem by Ceclia Woloch called Fireflies. This poem barely covers all of my vices, and some are (happily) former vices, but this is the flow that happened. and these are …

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This year, this decade, are almost over. And this one has been big for me and my writing life. I took my first course back in January and it has been a truly wonderful ride. I have more knowledge, more stories, and a greater ability to understand the connection between writing, reading, and me. My …

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to say those times made me happy is not the full story they woke me to what it meant for my heart to move beyond a vital organ to little hands and little feet and hugs at bedtime to smooth the sad these memories and what is my today means that heart is healed

(Full disclosure – photo has NOTHING to do with this blog post. I just loved finding this birdhouse.) Yesterday I sent off my final assignment for my Fiction class and the day before, one for Creative Non-fiction. Big sigh. I am heading into the final stretch of my certificate in Creative Writing. One more course …

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In all my writing courses, there are two pieces of advice that bubble up again and again: show, don’t tell, and kill your little darlings. The first piece of advice is exactly what it says: as a writer, I need to show you, through rich descriptive writing, an emotion, a scene, an event. I should not …

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Thank you to Mary Oliver for her words; they have sustained me more than usual of late. Fall the black oaks fling their bronze fruit into all the pockets of the earth pock pock they knock against the thresholds the roof the sidewalk fill the eaves the bottom line of the old gold song of …

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