Category Archives: WRITING

In last night’s Creative Writing: Fiction class, the professor attempted to make a point of story coming out of everyday routines and how little things can be expanded upon with a touch of imagination.  He pointed out that it’s often … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Blaise loved to play with words. They held the clues to life and hers she dedicated to maneuvering and puzzling them until they lolled around her tongue and spit themselves out in sentences, weary of her wrangling. Connection, communication, camaraderie, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

He had been walking for several days without rest or food.  He could not stop until he had reached the forest where he’d have some chance at sleep if he could go deep enough and bury himself in its dark … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I don’t think I’ve ever seen before the fog run across the great expanse of neighbor’s lawn as if there were a concert letting out. The crowd thins out and ghosts go waving merrily and reaching for the lower leaves … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It was hard to decide exactly where this post belonged: on S for literature; on HyperC for its relevance; or here on CW for writing style.  Tough decision, so I just went with whatever I opened into. In BASS 2007, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

He woke within a drumming pain inside his head and so knew that he’d been overtaken in the struggle.  His ankles like his wrists were bound too tightly, and aching, crusting wounds along his left side left him rigid and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

For whatever it’s worth, I’ve been back in the mode of opening lines, some odd story ideas, creative stuff.  Won’t write them here since I have the course blog and maybe that’s why I’m writing them again; they have a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

At night the books discussed themselves, waiting for the man to fall asleep because they really had no use for his opinion.  Tonight they were planning on Nabokov’s Lolita and already grumbling from the top shelf had begun.  Likely Austen … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Re-reading the article on the short story contest that nobody won, it’s become a statement of the times, and yet a reminder of the writer’s life in every era.  I think the difference is in the sheer number of people … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Quincy wasn’t just any old frog, he was a champion; fastest jumping, longest leaping bullfrog who none of the other kids’ frogs could beat even if Quincy was having a bad day. That’s why I got so emotional and started … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes–usually when you’re just not aware of your surroundings, as was the case with Brenda that day–something just a little bit different quirks your routine–like the man with glasses thick as a Mac-Air who jostled her on the subway–and your … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There was no good explanation but it was a clear fact, established by first one then another tentative admittance by the bolder folks in town. The sky on the night Eva Reinhold died was a bright vermillion red. Continue reading →

Don’t need to repeat the post here, but a very interesting episode involving an important decision made in awarding prizes for literary submissions.  Continue reading →

Was going to post this on the CW course blog but I think it’s more important that it be seen and shared here.  (thanks to Bud at Chekhov’s Mistress for fingering it) Noted author Zadie Smith was to judge the … Continue reading → Continue reading →