Character is in the small stuff

When we talk about ourselves, and other real people, we can agree that who a person is, the content of their character, is more important than what they are. Who > What So why is it, when we talk about our fictional characters, more often than not, we start with what they are.  Job title. Ethnicity. […]

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Accidental Excelling

  I’ve never been very athletic. I’ve never liked sweating or losing my breath.  In high school, though, I discovered an exercise that counted as exercise and didn’t suck: lifting weights.  I was particularly fond of curls. I could sit at the curl bench all gym period, if they’d let me.  I found it restful […]

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Do You Not Like What You Like?

Back in high school, a teacher pulled me aside to ask me if I was gay. It was English class.  We’d been asked to write paragraphs about our ideal crush.  She probably thought she was cleverly engaging us to get us to use adjectives.  I said I liked men’s legs, particularly a well-turned calf. She asked […]

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Sorry…

I haven’t updated this blog in a long time. I’m super depressed and have the creativity of a flea. A very boring flea. So… have a monster.   by

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Bunkbeds

Grace and I had bunk beds.  They were bought second-hand. I’m not sure if it was a garage sale or an ad in the paper. I have a vague memory of visiting a stranger’s house with my dad.  The house was white painted wood and tall and right up on its driveway with no side-yard. […]

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The NanoWriMo Post Mortem Post

I had attempted to write this novel before.  First as a short story of about 10,000 words. When my writing workshop all said “this should be a novel,” I expanded it to about 28,000 words without adding any plot.  My goal for National Novel Writing Month was to finish a complete draft 50,000 words longer, […]

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Write like a bricklayer

I used to think that writing would be like being an acrobat… performing breathless feats, leaving my audience stunned on the ground.  Sure, there would be practice, grueling hours of it (didn’t we have “writing exercises”  in school?) but that wouldn’t be the real work. I would practice and practice and then, when the time […]

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