Every now and then I send a friend or family member a link to a story, and they ask me where they can find more. So, from now on I’ll keep a running summary of my favorites, whether fiction or not. The most recent writing will be at the top of the list, and it includes the earlier nature-oriented blog.
BTW – Flash is a super short story that can range anywhere from a sentence to under a thousand words, popular lately because short attention spans rock.
Zombie Tarot Flash Posts
While I work on a couple of real world priorities and my new book idea, I’m going to be using tarot card prompts for quick and easy ideas to feed the weekly story machine.
The first time I did this, I did a little demonstration of how I turn a reading into a prompt, I also have a page with greater detail about the project here, and a list of stories using this method.
I decided to let a true ghost story podcast inspire me a bit.
One of these days someone’s going to ask the right question when they read this and I’ll end up so happy.
Flash. I like both the story and the journal pages I drew on this one.
This is a long term project I’m happily dawdling through. It’s helping prevent full writer’s block while I adapt to living in a new city, with a toddler who has developed a mastery of distraction skills.
Sometimes you have to carry your home on the inside.
The first part of this post opens up my soul a little bit. It’s a travel post, about how Staten Island reminds me of a recurring dream I have, one that is wanderlust driven.
A brief tour of my new ‘hood, first impressions of NYC suburbia.
Where I didn’t want to be a Brownie, I wanted to be a brownie, but either way I probably would have ended up wanting to live in the woods no matter what influences I had, honestly.
The Broke Hippie Archives
Before I decided to take my writing more seriously, I had a little gardening and nature blog.
This is what happens when you study the art of story-telling and watch nature documentaries. Also, most legendary wolf ever.
One of my favorite adventures to tell from when I lived on the street. The one with belly dancing hippies surrounded by cops in Pre-Katrina New Orleans right before Mardi Gras.
When I say I like to run around and take pictures of bugs for fun, this is the kind of stuff that happens from it.
Where I wrote a poem about my favorite flower in celebration of the good news that our life was about to change. I managed to work in a little Lovecraft and distaste with suburban conformity as well, because why the fuck not?