Nano Updates and Other News

It’s eleven days into Nanowrimo, so I don’t have much time to type. I need 500 more words to be on par, but I’m making good progress. Right now, I’m trying to figure out what the significance of this one, weirdly out of place character is. Why is there a factory owner in the middle

Submission Planner

I put together a form, today. It’s not much of a form, and this is not much of a blog post, but you can have them both. It is **trumpet fanfare** a submission planner for short stories. It’s not to track submissions. (I’m using a combination of Sonar and Submission Grinder for that.) It’s to

Nanowrimo Midpoint and Counting

Welcome to the halfway point of Nanowrimo 2020. Since I’m pre-scheduling posts to give myself more time to work on my Nano-project, let’s just assume that I’m halfway to my goal, and happily sitting on 25,000 words of short stories. I’m enjoying picturing that, but the truth is that knowing I already said I was

Storytime Blog Hop January 2020

The Daughter of Disappearing Creek People talked about her. When she went into town–which wasn’t often–they stared at her, too. She knew what they were thinking, and they weren’t wrong. No. Far from it. The rumors, the whispers, even the hushed warnings… they were all true. The gossips never said anything she wouldn’t have said,

Of Dragons and Personal Opinion

The comments on my story for last month’s StoryTime Blog Hop have me thinking about the difference between objective criticism and personal opinion. Wanna get more specific? There is too much baby-eating in this story. –Roughly half the people who read the story. There is exactly the right amount of baby-eating in this story. –The

StoryTime Blog Hop October 2019

Evening Dermott slammed the door and threw his school bag on the couch. He grumbled his way up the stairs without talking to anyone, and flopped down on the bed. “You have three sneakers on Mom’s duvet,” his little sister said from the hall. “They’re muddy.” Dermott shot a tongue of flame in her direction.

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StoryTime Blog Hop: July 2019

Coming Soon: By Karen Lynn By the time Anna was old enough to remember, there was nothing left. The chicken house had burned down. The factory, the roundhouse, and the hotel had been torn down to make room. Then, the corrugated steel businesses they made room for sputtered and died. Even the churches had trouble

StoryTime Blog Hop: April 2019

Something Different Emma May Barnes never would have noticed she was dead, if one of the other ladies hadn’t pulled her aside. “Pardon me,” the woman said, as if she were going to mention that Emma May’s slip was showing, “There’s no good way to say this…” Emma May’s slip was not showing, and her

StoryTime Blog Hop January 2019

The Footnote by Karen Lynn “Let’s be honest. You’re not really marrying the man. You’re marrying the library.” My cousin knew me well. The viscount’s library was the work of generations. His family was known for the eccentricity that drove them to collect the world’s most obscure texts, and for the legendary reserve that kept

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