Follow my post to the end for what may be the best two minutes you spend today. No, I'm not arrogant. Trust me. I overheard a conversation recently in which one person said, "If Bill saw you do that, he'd chop your head off! Literally!" Before I sought the help of the FBI to investigate … Continue reading Another Word Bites the Dust. Literally.
Friday I had the privilege of working with the savvy students in Miss Leonard's class of 4th, 5th, and 6th graders. These BCA students soaked up poetry and story writing tips like eager little sponges! Such energy packed into polite and respectful kids. I'll visit your class anytime. Blessings on your precious little heads!
I'm home after a very successful set of workshops at the Whatcom County Youth Fair. Creativity flowed and fun was had by all! Students enjoyed the games and activities, as well as the learning material presented. They even had the opportunity to share their work before a live audience. Would you like to attend a … Continue reading Whatcom County Youth Fair
Here is (amended) content that accompanies one of the slides from my upcoming workshop. Who We Are Time doesn't just fall from the clock, offering itself like a piece of spontaneously generated cake. We must make time to write. Musicians practice their instrument. Horse owners groom their animals and exercise them. We write. We are … Continue reading Who We Are
This is an unpolished Flash Fiction piece from years ago. The cold goaded me forward, half reluctantly, as I strolled down the familiar cemetery row to her grave. I pulled the collar of my jacket up as the morning air chilled my bare neck on the bright September morning. I do this ritual on holidays … Continue reading I Know Why You Cry
Choices. They line the path of our lives like colorful memory stones. Like jewels reflecting in the light that is the vibrance of our lives. Our paths are filled with them; good and bad. Light and dark. And we arrive at our final destination at the mercy of the choices we make. You will never … Continue reading Remembering Len Schmautz
This is an example of Flash Fiction I sometimes use in my classes. I have a couple posts coming up that will refer to this and another piece, so I'm posting it in preparation. "It's only a small bit of change," she said, tugging on her boyfriend's arm with a sweet smile. Reluctantly, he … Continue reading A Small Bit
When I was first learning to improve my writing skills, I happened upon a list of the major literary forms. Among the other forms I saw "Flash" and was reluctant to read the definition, since in the generation I grew up in "flash" usually referred to someone dressed only in an overcoat and sneakers. But … Continue reading That Misunderstood Flash Fiction
I took a trip to help a dear friend move recently and rediscovered a simple, fundamental truth that transcends all of life: camouflage hides stuff, whether you want it to or not. This holds true with your kitchen counter top, and your story. "Where's the packing tape," I mumbled to myself as I looked over … Continue reading Pen Tip #5: Camouflage