Two things with this story. One, I got inspired by all the illnesses going on this season, especially with my family (sorry, guys). Two, in my attempt to kill my perfectionism (hint, hint), I took on an exercise from The Write Practice to write a 500-word story as is. In other words, write a story that’s not perfect from the get-go. So even though this will probably be a choppy draft, I have to say I’m pleased with how it turned out. Continue reading “Why Me?”
I was working out the details of my main short story when I read an email from Poets and Writers. Long story short, it was about soup. Kind of fitting because a lot of people have had bouts with the flu. There are a couple of different ways to write about soup. I thought I’d share my take on the prompt. Enjoy.
Quinton always knew that Mason would be a chef. Ever since he was eight, he devoured everything put on his plate. Didn’t matter if it was meatloaf or spinach or fish sticks. Continue reading “Rainbow Soup”
I was in a StoryDam chat this past Thursday on Twitter. I shared a little bit on how I was struggling to write a story. I told my fellow writers I was losing interest in the story because I was neither thrilled with the plot nor the character. And this is where things got interesting. Continue reading “Down the Rabbit Hole”
I’m very excited with what I’m presenting to you. A few months ago, sci-fi and fantasy author K. J. Harrowick selected thirteen authors for her Winterviews series, and I was one of them. I’ve never been asked to do an interview before, so this was a great honor. She started posting the interviews back in December and will continue throughout the season. If you want to learn more about her Winterviews series, click here.
I read other authors’ Winterviews up until mine. The authors cover different genres and formats. I have to admit I was apprehensive about participating in this series because I wasn’t writing a novel and I had no WIPs at the time, but K. J. was very accommodating. So I jumped in, and I’m glad I did.
I think this will not only gain me more recognition, but will spur me on to pursue something bigger. Especially with the short story I presented to her. So if you want to read my Winterview, click here.
This is indeed a great honor, and I’m looking forward to more opportunities like this in the future.
Until next time…
I should be writing my short story rather than this post, but this is something I feel is worth talking about.
I think it’s amazing the knowledge we are able to attain. Continue reading “Training’s Over”
First of all, Happy New Year! 2018 is finally here. For some people, it couldn’t have come sooner. Time for fresh starts and new beginnings. Second, welcome to the first IWSG Post of the new year. For those of you new to my blog, the IWSG (Insecure Writer’s Support Group) encourages writers to share their writing journey—their triumphs and struggles—in order to encourage others on their own journey. Continue reading “Hit the Ground Running: An IWSG Post”
This past week, I strolled through my Facebook notifications when I happened to see this…
…a badge the administrators of the 365 Writing Club on Facebook awarded to me. According to the status, Continue reading “The 365 Writing Club: Reflections on an “Awesome” Year”
Since everyone is doing a Christmas story, I thought I’d do the same. Enjoy.
Marcus Tillman smiled as he observed Kathryn opening her locker from afar. Kathryn Flowers, with her golden locks and pearly symmetrical frame. It didn’t seem fair to everyone else. And yet, Marcus believed it was destiny, especially since she broke up with Jesse Evans.
He had his proposal rehearsed. He repeated it to himself a hundred times until it was right. He was all set to go until Busby Barker jolted him from his dreamy glare. Kathryn strutted away from her locker.
“Whew.” Busby pushed himself away, fanning his hand.
“So, do you have it?”
Marcus pulled a sapphire box from his coat. He opened it, revealing a sterling silver necklace with a snowflake charm. The charm held a round sky blue stone in its center.
“Kathryn’s going to love it,” Busby said. “But are you sure you don’t need any help?”
“I’m fine,” Marcus replied.
“I don’t know. All that cologne you’re wearing reeks of desperation.”
Marcus sniffed around. He didn’t seem to care how much he lathered onto himself.
“It’s her favorite.”
“Ok, if you say so.”
Marcus closed the box and hid it in his pocket. The school bell rang.
“You’d better make use of those legs, Mr. Track Star.”
Busby jogged off. Marcus went the opposite way.
It would be lunch before he saw Kathryn again. She sat with the rest of the cheerleaders in the courtyard. Marcus squinted and popped his knuckles. He felt the perspiration in his hand stuffed in his coat pocket.
His heart best faster as every second ticked away.
He gasped at the second mention of his name. He turned to find Hannah Whistler shaking his shoulder.
“So when are you going to ask her?”
Marcus puffed his chest, then let out a blast of air. He relinquished his fists and shook his hands.
“Now,” he said. “Right now.”
But Hannah tugged his arm.
“Listen, Marcus. Don’t rush it. You gotta be smooth about it. Don’t let her see you sweat. It definitely doesn’t look good on you men as it does on us girls.”
Marcus shut his eyes and took another big breath. The bell rang, ending their lunch break. Kathryn and her crew split up to their separate classrooms. Marcus heaved once more and strutted out onto the court.
But he didn’t hear Hannah. He tapped Kathryn on her shoulder. She turned and immediately stepped back once she saw him.
“Hey Kathryn. Mind if I walk you to class?”
It was perfect. Their classrooms were in the same building, on opposite sides.
“What’s going on?”
“Not much. Just getting ready for the holidays.”
“I know. It’s so crazy. I still have to shop for my little sisters. I have no idea what to get them.”
“They haven’t told you?”
“No, and I don’t know why. I’m the favorite sister.”
Marcus smiled as she spoke. He wanted to reach for her hand, but held back. Not before he gave her the gift. They stopped in front of Kathryn’s classroom.
“Well, I have to get going. It was nice seeing you.”
He reached for her. Kathryn’s hazel eyes widened.
“I wanted to give you something.”
“Meet me at the parking lot after school.”
Marcus let go of her arm and she sauntered into her class. As the door shut, Marcus grunted in frustration. He couldn’t believe he let his opportunity slip through his fingers. But he released his fury with a burst of air. He nodded at her words. After school. It was perfect.
The final bell rang. Marcus beamed in delight. He rushed to his locker and retrieved what books he needed for homework. He shut the door and Hannah appeared.
“Jesus, you scared me.”
Marcus reached in his pockets for the box. Hannah shot a doleful look to him.
“Listen, Marcus. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Wait. You were all for it. What changed?”
“It’s just that I saw Kathryn…and…”
“What? She left?”
“No. I’m sure she’s at the parking lot. But she’s waiting…”
“Look, I gotta go. I’ll let you know how it turns out.”
He gave her a peck on her cheek and rushed out. The parking lot was on the back side of the school. Marcus ran as fast as he could, weaving his way through the student body. He saw Kathryn sitting on the hood of her car. Marcus brushed his shirt down and ran his hand across his short hair. He let out a breath and walked across the street until he saw Jesse Evans approach. He saw him pull something out of his pocket and Kathryn clasped her hands in shock. His body started to shake. She hopped, then leaped toward Jesse and they exchanged a long kiss. He shuddered as his destiny wrapped herself in her on-again boyfriend. He walked back across the street. His head lowered, he didn’t notice Hannah at the corner.
“Marcus. I’m…I’m sorry. I tried to tell you…”
But Marcus walked past her, his box still in hand. She followed him to the courtyard where he stopped in front of a trash can, still shaking. Hannah screamed as he raised his hand.
The voluminous voice startled Marcus. He turned and saw Hannah sticking her hand out. She approached him and spread her arms out. Marcus didn’t understand why, but he approached her and she hugged him tight. His sobs turned to full-blown cries. She caressed him as he released his tears.
“It was supposed to be me. Not Jesse.”
Good day, my writing and blogging friends. It’s the first Wednesday of December. (Hard to believe.) And as with every first Wednesday, it’s time for my Insecure Writer’s Support Group post. Now before I get started, I have to thank the IWSG Administrative Team for allowing me the opportunity to share and encourage fellow writers. To be honest, when someone encouraged me—I forget who—to sign my blog up for this group, I had my doubts. I wasn’t sure how encouraging I would be seeing how I struggle with the writing process. I’m still learning things about the evolution of the writing process. I’m finding myself having to refresh myself on numerous factors of storytelling. And I’m still learning things about myself as a writer. But in writing these posts, the biggest I took is that not only am I encouraging others, but I’m being encouraged. And we all need encouraging once in a while. So thanks to the administrators for allowing me to share what I’ve learned in my writing journey this year, and I hope to continue to be a source of encouragement in the years to come.
So, now on to this month’s question:
As you look back on 2017, with all its successes and failures, if you could backtrack, what would you do differently?
This came at the perfect time. I’m using the majority of the month to go through my Evernote notebooks and Pinterest boards. During this time, I’m thinking about all the goals I set for the year; about the reasons why I succeeded or failed to meet those goals. I usually reserve that post for the end of the year, but now is as good a time as any.
2017 was a mixed year. It was a year where I decided to expand my horizons in my writing. But like with any endeavor, there were setbacks. And there were things I wished I could have done differently. It seems pointless to be thinking about what I could have, would have, should have done. Especially for someone like me since I can obsess over failures more than successes. But there’s something to be said of being honest with yourself. While I have things I wish I could have done differently, it’s important for me to highlight my successes. So, let’s go.
Let’s start with Project Blacklight. This year, I added two serial blog posts. The IWSG being one. The second being the Weekend Coffee Share, where I create posts about events around my personal life. I interjected writing into the mix. Just recently, I found out the mediator shut down the Weekend Coffee Share postings. But I thought of opting out of the posts anyway because I don’t want to go into too much detail about what goes on in my life. I’ll still offer tidbits on the most relevant events of my life. Content-wise, there’s nothing I would have done differently. In terms of the blog as a whole, I wish I would have chosen a different name. It’s a moot point now, but I wish I could have given it more thought.
Next, social media. It’s not so much about what platforms I joined. It’s more about being more active. On Facebook, for example, I joined a new writing group. The 365 Writing Club. To do so, I had to sign up for their challenge. The idea behind it was to encourage and enrich daily writing habits. I say that it has worked out well, even though I didn’t write every day. And there were periods of time where I recorded consecutive zeroes and debated among myself on whether I should be a writer. Another thing I wish I could have done differently. But I got a lot of support from fellow members and administrators. And I’m seriously considering joining next year’s challenge, upping the word count goal to 500.
On Twitter, I joined the Flash Fiction Hive. I’ve talked about this group on several posts. Even shared some of the stories I wrote based on the prompts offered. The group went live in August and they post a month’s worth of prompts every other month. The best thing I’ve gotten out of the group is the writing hashtag games throughout the week. It sounds silly, but I thought I couldn’t do them because I didn’t have a WIP that involved the theme. But I didn’t need a WIP to participate. I wish I knew that sooner.
And finally, let’s talk about my writing. This year marked a big deal. I wrote some stories outside my genre. This is such a big deal. I felt locked in Contemporary Fiction. But after some encouragement, I took the plunge. I drafted a few stories in fantasy and sci-fi. But the one thing I regret was relying on other writers for inspiration. By that, I mean I posted polls on Twitter for what my next story should be about. I lacked a lot of confidence to come up with a story and I wrote them to please them, not myself. I wish I was more confident in myself to create the stories I wanted to write. Now, that’s not to say I didn’t appreciate their input or their encouragement. But I needed to stand on my two feet. Write what I felt gave me the best joy, even if I didn’t know all the rules.
Second, I set a goal this year to start submitting stories to contests and magazines. That hasn’t happened. I came up with a lot of excuses as to why it didn’t happen.
The fees were too expensive.
I didn’t know anything about the theme.
There were too many ways to interpret the theme.
I didn’t have the right software.
Over and over again, the same excuses. Truth is I could have submitted something, as long as it was polished to the best of my abilities. And even then, I used that as an excuse. But the biggest thing that stopped me was me. I was afraid to fall flat on my face. I’m someone who doesn’t like to admit faults and shortcomings. But everyone has them. Everyone is going to fail. Not every work that’s published is going to be the best. There will always be critics.
I’m still trying to get those realities into my head. I’m not going to be the best writer in the world. There will be others better than me. And that’s the biggest thing I would want a do-over. I would tell myself to not worry if I get rejected. It will happen. But at the same time, I would tell myself that it’s worth it to become a better writer. And that’s the end goal: to become better and better with each story. Not perfect, but better.
If I had to define 2017 in one sentence, it would be, “I tried something that scared me.” Now yes, there were some things I didn’t try. And sure, I had moments I wished I could backtrack and change some things around. But overall, I’m proud of myself. And that’s the important thing of why I did what I did this year. I wanted to say I did this, I did that, and it felt so good. Whether it was writing so many words a day or writing outside my comfort zone or being a voice of encouragement even though I had doubts myself. I set out to become a better writer and I feel I’m on the right track heading into the new year.
So, how about you? What are some of your successes in 2017? What’s something you wish you could have done differently? Let me know in the comments.
Until next time…
I have to say that being a parent is the hardest thing in the world. Anyone who says otherwise is fooling themselves. There are days where I wish I had a handbook for parenting. I’m someone who can follow directions well when I have them in front of me. But when it comes to parenting, no amount of visual aids can prepare you for every situation that will arise.
Today, my wife shares about her week and reflects on her parenting journey thus far. I hope you enjoy.