A few weeks ago, my go-to writing site presented a challenging contest: Write a story of 1,000 words or less, using a list of words, and translate those words into a foreign language. I took the dog for a walk and imagined a fictional conversation with my mother, who grew up in Europe. This was … Continue reading Stubborn German
I wrote this story in response to a writing prompt on a site I frequent. The goal is to write an original story in 24 hours. The prompt was to write a 1000 word story using five words (blue, green, noise, quiet, peace) and 'Nature' as the genre. I came up with this. The noise … Continue reading Escape
It had been a year since her mom passed. Geri finally had the courage to face the stack of letters her mother had kept hidden in a shoebox in her closet. She’d found the box when the family moved her mother from her home of forty years into a nursing facility. Her mother had written … Continue reading Love Letter
Lyryk Starsong strummed the tune running through her mind as her horse shambled along the trade road behind the dusty caravan. A storm comes, she heard in her mind. She almost dropped the lute she was playing when she spied Biscuit, the giant dog who sometimes traveled with her since she washed ashore all those … Continue reading Storm Surge
Ashja stood on the pier, marveling at the sight before her. This city was nothing like she had ever seen in her life. It was so very different from the city at the edge of the desert near which she had grown. But then, she had seen a lot of strange things in the last … Continue reading The City of Caer Vernalan
Gods, I hate the cold. Ashlee lay with the blanket tucked up tight around her neck, the top of her head the only part visible, not wanting to get out of the warm bed. She heard Tori moving around in the kitchen and hoped she’d laid a fire to warm the house. Ashlee threw the … Continue reading Storms
Today is the three-year anniversary of losing our home to wildfire. One-thousand-ninety-six days. Thankfully, we’ve reached quite a few milestones in the past month and a half. The finish line is in sight, but we’ll still have hoops to jump through when the seasons change and we can get crews and materials up the mountain. … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 156
The group left Suncall early in the afternoon. They made their first camp at the spot where they agreed to meet Geordo. The man had moved on to Irewick, according to his message marker. As they traveled, Skrie got used to the harness she and Malusk had made in Suncall. It allowed her to ride … Continue reading The Road to Irewick
Last week, I attended a free online fantasy writing conference hosted by ProWritingAid. It included topics that applied to the stage of my novel that I presently face. (Yes, there were a lot of sales pitches for the products that were showcased, but I’ve learned to say ‘no.’ The caveat being that I took advantage … Continue reading Editing My Novel… For the Third Time
(C) 2022, JJ Shaun I spent January working on the novel I wrote for National Novel Writing Month back in November. I finished my first read-through on Monday. Now, I’ll look at it again and add more detail where it feels thin. I’ll also look at the feedback from my Alpha Readers. However, I’ve already … Continue reading Working On My Novel
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