The Cheshire cat's grin - Flash fiction entry

So, after seeing the moon one night, I had a bit of inspiration. I decided to funnel that inspiration into a flash fiction challenge offered by Chuck Wendig over on his site, terribleminds. It was a fairly "simple" in that there weren't many rules to the challenge: 5 sentences, 100 words or less.

This was fun.

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The Cheshire cat's grin hung low in the sky, mocking me furiously. I didn't know why and wasn't sure I could - or even wanted to find out. I mean, I hadn't done anything to earn that particular grin, but there it was.

I sat on the porch until I was nearly frozen, staring and wondering. The grin was silent, keeping its answers close. When I finally went back inside, my husband looked at me with curiosity and asked, "What's so funny?"

Review: Agatha H. and the Airship City

Writing a review for a product you bought is easy. Was it shipped properly/easy to put together/meet your expectations/etc.? Very easy metrics with which to use.

But writing a review for a book, at least for me, is hard. I feel like a review of "Ohmigosh!! I <3 this book so much!" isn't good enough, even if it might be true. Books, like all art, are so subjective that it's sometimes hard to describe the "why" of why you like it.

As someone who wants to be published, I know that I will be looking at reviews that others (hopefully) leave about my stories, so this is something that I need to work on. I need to read, and I need to leave reviews.

Why'd you do that?! - When characters throw us for a loop

Last night, I wrote a post for an RP forum group I participate in. The character is one that I've thought was fairly defined. I'm super familiar with her motivations, recognize situations that could cause this reaction or that. I can usually predict her behavior, which is pretty impressive when writing with other people and trying to anticipate their characters actions.

But last night was weird. I wrote my post and didn't think anything of it until I was in the shower before bed. (Ah, yes, the infamous shower thought process...)

The Moon - Flash Fiction Fun

So, I'm participating in a bit of flash fiction fun and below is my entry.

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The Moon

The moon glared down, harsh in its white light. Cutting through the bare tree branches that creaked with the cold breeze.

A New Year and I Might Just Die

This is turning out to be a strange beginning to the year. Work | Writing | Me

1. Work.

Two years ago, if you'd asked me, I would have said "I want to be a graphic designer when I grow up!" I thought it was my passion. The only thing I could do. I couldn't manage because I had to design. I took great pride in my work, but after almost ten years of doing the same stuff, working with the same clients, I started realizing that what had once been my passion had become my prison. I was afraid to leave because it was the only thing I'd ever done. Many, many self-doubts rose up and plagued me as I worked through the need for something different and the heartache of letting go of something that was important to me.