Remember the days of relaxing by the pool with a cold beer, tanning lotion, and some friends? Yeah, me neither.
A few weeks ago I took a writing workshop at Writespace here in Houston. I needed a break from freelancing, something that would reignite my passion for putting pen to paper. This was it how I got it.
This is my latest piece of Flash Fiction. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
I've been working on this short story for a while now. Having never experimented with dystopian worlds, this has been my most challenging piece. This is the beginning, but I hope to share more soon!
For almost a year I've been working as a freelance writer. Lately, it's started to take its toll on me. Writing is becoming a chore as opposed to my one true passion. This is my attempt to change that
As promised, week 2 of "642 Things to Write About"
It’s a popular trend these days to debunk “traditional” lifestyles. People who are married before the age of thirty are chastised. It’s highly recommended to remain single throughout your twenties. There are...
Just some thoughts I had today...
Every Wednesday from now until I finish the book I will be posting something I've written based off of one of the exercises in this book: "642 Things to Write About." This is number 1.
November 8, 2014 Before he wakes up I make my way to the kitchen, tiptoeing across the toe-numbingly cold linoleum floors. Behind the first cherry wood cabinet door is the bag of Community Breakfast Blend we bought...
This is a first draft of my most recent short story. I'm still editing it, so any thoughts/comments are more than appreciated.
Here are a few quotes that give me inspiration when I have none.
Letting her hair fall over her shoulder, she turned and fixed her hazel eyes on the cigar stuck between my lips. Instinctually, she wrinkled her face in disgust, but quickly softened her expression before her eyes found...
One, Two, Three… He turned on his iPod. “Do You Realize” by The Flaming Lips slipped through the speakers turning their hug into a gentle sway. Then they were dancing. Dancing in the middle of an abandoned...
A short piece of prose poetry written by yours truly.
My husband and I were married eight months ago. Our daughter was born three months ago. People like to do the math on this one. The only math I care about is love plus a baby equals a family.
As a graduate from the University of Houston I have taken more courses than I can count, but none of those classes can compare to the three month crash course that has been my life as a new mom.