Yep, that’s me in the corner. That’s me in the spotlight.
Earlier this year, I submitted a piece to an regional anthology and it was accepted.
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Refuel and relax at a writing retreat
Sometimes you do what you want to. Other times, you do what you have to.
Ten Minutes Late
As I closed my eyes, I figured my course was laid out, determined. I’m the Late Milly Dupuis.
Scene from a song
Old Brown’s Daughter has a mind of her own.
Entrenched
I weeded my flower bed today, sweet friend, and I thought of you.
The most terrifying version of musical chairs
Listen, folks, I am no wallflower. I breezed through the dissection of a fetal pig in my high school biology 122 class; I clean fish without batting an eye; I’ve watch cows being butchered, carried the heart and liver in for auntie to fry up. Poop, pee, farts and boogers…can’t scare me.
But Battle Royale (Toushun Katami, 1999, Haika Soru) made me wanna throw up.
What does “rip-off” mean, exactly?
Are there any new ideas?
I ordered Battle Royale today online, the 1999 young adult novel by Japanese author Koushun Takami, just to figure it all out for myself. You know, the big controversy? That The Hunger Games author Suzanne Collins “ripped off” the story hook, line and sinker from Takami’s cult classic?
It’s fantastic, but…don’t mess with formula
Once I start reading a book, I forget everything else. A new book to me is a bit like the chocolate cake on the counter. If it were possible, I would eat the whole thing, all at once. I don’t know when to stop.
Who needs a hospital, anyway?
It was a difficult pregnancy. Not only was I continually nauseous, but I had back pain. I was sleepless, every night tossing and turning in an effort to find a comfortable position. The baby was pressing on my sciatic nerve, making sitting down or standing up an excruciating process. But I muddled through.