…which means I’ll get precious little done today. But for enjoying time with the husband and kiddos. For this week’s #WriterMemeMonday, I picked one in honor of my family, who think they’ve caught me in action… Join the fun! Pick a meme or make your own, share on social media and don’t forget to pingback…
“There!” Jay pointed. “I didn’t see. What color?” Evan scanned the sky. “White. We gotta go!” “Wait, two white means all clear. One means we’re surrounded. Stay down.” “You weren’t even paying attention. You were staring at Kathy. Again.” “I can’t help it. She has beautiful teeth. But I’m sure about what I heard.”…
Well, the WIP went off to the editor and now I’m back to work on the next projects. Articles due, short stories to write, you know….the beat goes on. Too bad my creativity seemed to be sapped with my energy in this latest heat wave. What’s happening in your writing life? Find a meme or make…
It’s another Monday morning and time for some laughs! This morning I’m basking in the glory of having made a full editing pass through of my novel, only to send it off to my editor. And yes, I made the above face A LOT. Hopefully her red pens don’t hemorrhage ALL over my pages! What’s happening in…
It’s another hot Monday in our parts and time to start the week off with some laughs. It’s #WriterMemeMonday! This week’s suggested theme: Rejection! Here’s how I started out my day: How does #WriterMemeMonday work? Find a meme online or create your own! Share a line from your WIP or about your life as a writer.…
*** We’re in deep. Too deep. All was calm. All was bright…as it could be. Considering the circumstances. We took it hour by hour. Then day by day. We shoulda known the calm would only last so long. High tide, low tide. The winds of change. Then storm clouds formed on the horizon. There’s no…
Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…
You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits. You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains. You see the girl there, through the window,…
“Mis?” Wood floors creaked under his feet. Bart peered into the empty guest room. Missy stood facing the window, her hands pummeling the sides of the antique diving helmet. He raced across the room and yanked it off her shoulders. A tortured wail pierced the air. The scream died on her lips and she stared…
Rain pelted Mac’s head, her shoulders. The stone building would offer some shelter from the storm, despite a crumbling roof and missing door. “Do you think anybody lives here?” Bea peered around the boulder. “No. It’s too run down.” Mac picked her way to the hut, avoiding muddy ground that might capture a footprint. She ducked inside, Bea close…
VCE Chemistry teacher in Melbourne, Australia
a 100-word story every day
The Mom Who Runs: 