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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Yesterday I was reminded of a day last November – Joni Mitchell’s 75th birthday and her music was everywhere. For me, it was a walk through childhood memories that I didn’t know were there. For me, it was back to 1972. I heard Joni’s songs and was reminded of putting on records when I babysat, …

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