As a child, Lettie Nash loved letters. She loved the curve, the swoop, the long stroke, the quiet point. Then as she grew, letters became words, became sentences, became prose, and overflowing with things to say she wrote and wrote and wrote.Her mother made her hide her work, lest her father find and burn it … Continue reading Lettie’s Letters
Welcome to the Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. On the first Wednesday of every month we blog about writing, hoping to encourage others out there. We are all about connecting, sharing, and ‘rocking the neurotic writing world’. Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who … Continue reading Genre Motivation (IWSG March)
Adam locked his borrowed bicycle to the viewpoint bench and sat cross-legged on the smooth wood, facing the ocean. Another beautiful morning; they always were. The sky held a pastel promise of dawn—pale violet fading to salmon pinks, burgeoning orange on the horizon. Fluffy clouds floated over the scene, and a magpie’s sweet song chortled … Continue reading To See A Sunrise
Quinn places a sight stone to her eye and trains it down the slope. A mile from her hidden lookout rises a forest of towers and torchlight. The castle walls are opulent, decked in streamers of rosaberries and silver stars that flicker with shadows from below. Raucous laughter and jolly flutes dance from the arches. … Continue reading Glory
The door shook with a thunderous knock. “Yeah, coming,” grunted Derek, half-expecting a cold-call salesman. He swung the door inward, ready to tell whoever to shove off, but the two-inch man suspended on iridescent blue wings in front of his face blew the thought clean away. “Sorry,” the creature’s voice piped, impossibly loud. “Sometimes the … Continue reading Adoption Day
