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NaNoWriMo: Day 15 – Half Way There

As the first 15 days come to a close, I still feel optimistic. I’m half way there. On November 1st, NaNoWriMo stood before me like a monster demanding words, and I’ve been feeding it more or less on time each and every day. What’s more is I like what I’m writing. I like it a lot. The novel I’m writing, Suicide House, was one that I sort of, kind of, half-assed outlined in the weeks...

NaNoWriMo: Day Zero – She Comes Prepared

Here we are on day zero, A.K.A. the day before NaNoWriMo. For those unaware, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month: a month in which writers of the world enjoy an incredibly supportive and positive community as we all reach for that 50,000 words. That’s right, the goal of NaNoWriMo is to write 50,000 words in a month. If you reach that goal, you win. Last year I won with my first ever novel Ravenscrag....

Another Novel Cometh

With my novel, Ravenscrag, still in the desperate throes of editing, this writer is in need of a fresh start; a new idea. National Novel Writing Month is just around the corner, and I’ve decided to set aside my work on Ravenscrag and start a new novel. I need a chance of literary scenery and this should do the trick nicely. For those of you who aren’t aware, National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo as it is usually...

Why I’m Not a Feminist

As a woman living in the first world, I am not oppressed. First off, I get that this is a really unpopular opinion, and that you might already be accusing me of internalized misogyny, which, if you’re a woman, is a funny buzzword that means you’re just too stupid to realize you’re oppressed. Ironic, no? I’m a strong woman capable of individual thought outside of the hive mind. I try to approach every belief I...

Esmeralda (Flash Fiction Friday)

Max read the words on the curled slip of paper and his face went dark. “Max, c’mon man what does yours say?” Julien said. “Don’t worry about it. It’s stupid. Nobody believes that shit anyway.” Max stuffed the tiny slip of paper into his pocket. “Stupid? Nah man, these are legit. Henry’s came true. He got that job at Comic Readers didn’t he?” Julien’s brow furrowed, “What did his say again? Riches will befall you...

Flash Fiction Friday: Le Restaurant de l’Homme

James straightened his tie as the limousine stopped out front of the restaurant. Mr. Frank Kravenport, the CEO of Kravenport Industries, surprised them with reservations to some French place where it was impossible to get a table. It was to be a memorial dinner for their colleague Doug Longman. Cancer. “We’re here boys!” Frank’s voice roared, “Ahh, ain’t we in for a treat?” James and three others waited while Frank hefted his weight from the...

Flash Fiction Friday: The Window

My mom told me he’d kill me if I didn’t leave him. That was 3 years ago and the last time we spoke. She doesn’t understand. He loves me. I press my fingertips against the black plastic to feel the cold glass of the window. I watch the street below through a small slit. My feet are freezing, tucked up in the moth-eaten blankets of this familiar room. My room. I listen for the lock...

My Post-Medication Rehabilitation Journey

When I quit my antidepressant medication, I was mostly hopeful but a little afraid. Would this be the time my boyfriend gives up on me being a dark-thought disaster queen? Would I spend my days in the black pool of despair that is my depressed mind? Would my anxiety keep me from leaving home or making a phone call? So much uncertainty. I’ve had to take a lot of steps to deal with this medication-free....

Living in the Age of Distractions

We live in a fascinating era. We’re in the age of intangibility, of information, of personal branding. We have apps for everything: finance, social media, productivity, meditation, and travel. We even have apps that are supposed to help us have fewer distractions from other apps. The times they are a changin’. Every generation has a big struggle. The great wars became the struggle of many generations all over the world: they toiled and scraped together what...

Breathing Easy – How I Quit Smoking and Never Looked Back

In the summer of 1999 I was a 14-year-old goth girl with baggy pants and a weird hairdo when I smoked my first cigarette. My friend Lisa and I would walk to the mall and bum cigarettes from smoking strangers in the food court. We’d collect a mishmash of different brand cigarettes and share them. Back then, I remember little tin ashtrays on every table. Lisa stopped smoking shortly after that. I didn’t. I remember...