Week 17

I’m not posting a story this week. I wrote one and I deleted it, then I wrote it again and almost deleted it but left it open on my computer while I read a book and hoped that my Mac would carry out the execution for me.   It did not.   With that story…

Week 16, Dreaming Out Loud

Please be forewarned that I cuss in this short story. A lot. If you’re related to me and/or offended by cussing you should probably skip this one. If you don’t and you’re offended by the words I use don’t complain to me…I warned you!   Dreaming Out Loud   The day we moved into our…

Week 15, Christmas Memories

This is a little darker than what I usually write, which is funny because I swore I was going to work on something happy. It needs a huge edit, and I look forward to returning to it one day after I’ve finished with my year of short stories and seeing if something wants to grow from…

Week 14, The Wind Blew

Better late than never is a thing, right? This post is about a week late but almost two. It was all set to be another story but then I went home and filled up on air laced with honeysuckle and confederate jasmine and too much was going in to let anything come out. I hate…

Week 13 The Moment I Picked

  Her hand was cold when I took it into mine and she flinched.   “You look pretty today” I said and waited to follow her lead. She didn’t say anything, but rocked back and forth in the chair Daddy brought out from the living room onto the front porch every morning because it was…

Week 12 Frog Prince

Many thanks to my late night and early morning readers and more importantly my good friends Cedrix , Joanne and Síofra for taking the time to correct my always laughable grammar mistakes and for giving me the initial feedback I clearly require to post anything on this blog. They are amazing writers and entertaining bloggers. If you haven’t, be sure…

Week 11 I’m a Slacker

Sick kids and slacking off caused me to put my story for this week off until last night and as I sat in front of the flickering light of the tv in my dark living room I kicked myself again, for leaving my weekly story off until the last minute. Again. Life took over and…

Week 10 Maple Embrace

The more people I meet, the more I realize how common depression is. It’s a sad truth and a comforting reminder that we’re not alone. Friends who understand have saved me more than once from slipping and burrowing myself away into a world of seclusion. Before I was out in the open with my own…

Week 9 Glittering Seas and Greedy Fae

Mama brushed the hair from my face and slid her finger across my cheek. Her voice rose and fell in all the usual places when she sang me Sweet Afton and when she finished she told me to scoot over and laid her head beside mine. Her breath was sweet when she leaned in to…

Flickering Flame -week 8-

I never post a story without first consulting a friend and sometimes I wonder if I would ever write anything at all without them. I write, read it over and wait a moment before hitting the send button on my email. What if it sucks? I remind myself that sucking is ok. Really, I almost…

Week 7- My muse commits murder & a short story.

I made it to week 7 of my 52 stories in 52 weeks challenge! Alright, 7 isn’t such a high number but every week I don’t quit is one more notch on the writer consistency belt I’m trying to earn, and one more week I didn’t throw my pen down and declare myself a failure. In the…

Week 6

Week 6 will go down in the history of this challenge as the week I wanted to quit but didn’t because my friends are awesome and Jack Daniels tastes amazing in sweet tea. Both have helped me through this writing week, one more than the other. I’m lucky to have great friends, the kind of…