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It’s hard to believe four months have flown by since I submitted my first short story for publication. I received my (unsurprising) rejection a month later. Some separate feedback I got on the story is that I went overboard trying to incorporate all the senses into the descriptions, and veered into purple prose. When I can, I’m planning to tighten it up and submit it again somewhere else. Just the first step in my 1,000 mile journey.
I’ve been struggling (and often failing) to keep up with weekly blog posts too. My writing time has been so limited lately, it’s frustrating. Depression has also been getting in the way all too often. Ironically, as I approach 200 followers, my number of page views has dropped off in line with my posting frequency.
Anyway, I’ve finally submitted my second short story. Continue Reading
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Continuing the theme from my previous post, here’s another early memory that’s often been on my mind. It’s also a little embarrassing, but I’m just going to put it out there, because it’s therapeutic (I’m not ever sure how many will read it, given the chirping-crickets response to my last one; then again, it was a busy time of year for most).
I was five years old and had just started kindergarten. Back then, kindergarten was optional, and this was a small private one. Continue Reading
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I planned this post two years ago when I reviewed the book “What Your Childhood Memories Say About You”, by Dr. Kevin Leman, in this post: Childhood Memories and Our Characters. I’ve started writing it several times. It’s not easy, but I want to get it off my chest. So here goes…
Trigger alert: those with abusive pasts might be troubled by the situation described below.
I believe I was four. I know it was before I started kindergarten (that’s another story for later). My parents both worked, Mom on shift work, so she was gone many afternoons and evenings. A neighborhood girl babysat us at the time. I think she would have been early teens, but I’m not sure. I can’t remember her face clearly now, but I know her name. I’ll call her Sandy. Continue Reading
Rite of Rejection by Sarah Negovetich
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is one of the best YA dystopian novels I’ve read. I would compare it to Hunger Games, but with a more believable premise. I would love to see it made into a movie.
In the future, the United States has collapsed into anarchy and terror, then reunited into the United Territories. A man known as the Cardinal has brought peace and law and order with a machine that can scan someone’s brain and determine whether they are likely to become a criminal in the future. Using it, he has created a repressive culture like a cross between the 1950’s, the Victorian era, and communist Russia. Citizens are taught that the Cardinal and the Machine are infallible. Continue Reading
My second entry on MJ Bush’s photo prompts:
As the matte black Zodiac approached the breakwater, John cut the motor. Sun’s almost down. We’ll wait here until dark, then row in quietly.”
“Won’t someone notice us here and wonder?” asked Duncan. Continue Reading
I decided to try a new photo prompt for a change, over at MJ Bush’s Google+ page. Here’s the post with my first entry in the comments:
For your convenience, I’ll copy it here:
Keira shivered violently as she trudged through the snow, rubbing her bare arms. Her feet had gone numb long ago. Probably frostbitten by now she thought. But she had made it through the night.
Movement was growing more difficult. She was so tired. Maybe she should just rest for a few minutes. No! I have to stay focused. He has to be stopped. Continue Reading