Scratched by my Muse
Wilhelmina’s story
“I must chew on some wires to show my disapproval.” […]
Wilhelmina’s story
“I must chew on some wires to show my disapproval.” […]
Two weekends ago, through a fog of not-yet diagnosed bacterial pneumonia, I went to my first writers’ conference pitch session. Think about speed dating in hell with a lot more at stake, maybe 3 plus years of work on a particular project. The gun goes off. The pitchees were led upstairs, trying not to look […]
I cannot stress enough the importance of editing your work. Let me give you an example. Excited and terrified in equal parts by the prospect of my first writer’s conference, I created a business card. Finding the image for the front was easy-peasy. The picture of a girl, well I feel like a girl, young, […]
No one can say that us kids had an easy time of it when my parents were married. They were bitter enemies sniping at each other across trenches filled with their children. Daily we were hit with shrapnel. But we tried to love each other – each in our own way – distorted, ugly, and […]
He pulled me back from the edge with its dizzying allure. I held him while he shook with decades’ worth of tears. We are enough for each other. That is the magic. Love. […]