I feel like a butterfly whose wings have been clipped by a girl with sharp scissors. I feel like a love letter never sent. Like a wedding dress never worn. Like blue lips. Like Romeo when he thought his Juliet was dead. Like Juliet when she knew her Romeo was dead. Like Friar Laurence when … Continue reading How Do You Feel When You Are Heartbroken?
Grandpa Tom went jogging in the park. His feet were swift, his shoulders high, his eyes bright. He sped past fat young men who barely dragged their feet. When he noticed his shoelaces were undone, grandpa Tom stooped, and tied them. He could not straighten himself up. 'Help!' he cried.
When I write, I imagine I am God, the omniscient observer, rather than the characters in the scenes. I handwrite as well as type. I handwrite story world ideas, character sketches, scenes, first drafts. I type on a laptop everything else. I set a daily word quota and reach it. I can write on my … Continue reading How Do You Write? (Part Three)
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