I go over each and every word with my pen.
I highlight my “ands” and cross out my “thens”.
The focus should be, on the weight my heart holds… 67 more words
This is an old story from my days of wanderlust, but too good, and too true, not to tell again. The place is the Yucatan where I’d gone for a winter break and hooked up with a friend. 1,142 more words
My note in the bottle to you.
The short story Reasons is finished and I feel such a sense of loss. When I am writing my characters become my friends, their mindless conversations my music, and the plot snarls they always manage to create, my challenge. 60 more words