Anything But…

Today’s day requires someone step in for me, like a tag-team partner.  I am too pent up to write my own slice, so thank goodness I have someone else to help me:  Remember Jax?  (from Work in Progress, First Pages, and the last time I wrote Someone Else’s Slice)  Today’s slice is his: Okay, I know…

Unearthed

A new string of planets was discovered orbiting the “habitable zone” of a distant star… A few years ago, I began a story about a girl who lives after an astronomical catastrophe has knocked Earth off its axis and affected the rate of its rotation.  I wrote about this girl for the good part of a year and…

Someone Else’s Slice

Remember Jax or the first page of his story?  Well, today’s slice is his: I woke this morning, for the second time in two days, to a place I couldn’t recognize. Yesterday, it was the sterile room of a surgical floor, where they cut into my arm and assigned me a new identity.  Today, it is…

First Pages

“You knew.”  It’s not a question. My voice carries across the room to where my father stands silhouetted in the doorway. Let me break it down for you.  Picture a room with no windows.  Synthetic sunlight streams in from the center of our world through a glass tube that plunges past each of the twenty…

Work in Progress

Yesterday marked the end of the 9th annual Slice of Life Challenge.  I did it:  I wrote every day for 31 days straight.  I made space for it.  I started seeing my stories in the simplest of places.  So why wouldn’t I do the same for the writing that’s been waiting?    Here goes:  a…

Wonders of My World

What do I wonder? There is rarely a wonder that goes un”Googled” in our house.  I scrolled through my history and here were the most recent few queries. (And no, I haven’t yet asked Siri what zero divided by zero is.) I wonder… If the guy on Covert Affairs is really blind.  (The answer is no,…

Storyboard

I sit at the conference luncheon, enjoying Roland Smith’s tales of nature and preservation of species.  I always love hearing where authors get their ideas. This time last year,  it was Gary Paulsen who inspired me.  And this time, I can hear the familiar voice in the back of my mind. It is no longer discouraged that I…