My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

— Stories from the Roads (Not) Taken

For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. Beginning every November 1, writers of all ages and abilities set out to write a 50,000 word novel by midnight November 30.  I planned to participate. I even signed up. I had a project and a schedule in place. Then …

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My microflash story “Come Live with Me and Be My Love” is included in the fall issue of Sunspot Literary Journal. I’m honored and thrilled to be included in their publication and to have had my piece accepted by them in only a few minutes! You can download a copy and read the entire issue …

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Writers are nosy creatures. We eavesdrop. We people watch. We collect other people’s stories like sea glass, shiny bits of treasure we hoard then barter with the muses. The inspiration for The Nail Club is one such gem. Years ago, my nail tech B. shared that one of her most difficult clients at her former …

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“The Daffodils” began a few years ago as an assignment for an online creative writing class through Gotham Writers Workshop. The details are vague, but I remember a map of a fictional town and instructions to write a story of no more than 750 words, which then and now is very difficult for me. In …

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I’m thrilled to share that two of my stories were recently published. The first, “Ask and Ye Shall Receive” appears in TulipTree Publishing’s 2019 anthology, Stories That Need to Be Told, available on Amazon. The second is “The Daffodils,” featured in the November 15, 2019, edition of Prometheus Dreaming. You can read it here: https://www.prometheusdreaming.com/the-daffodils

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At dawn’s approach, Liv closes the cabin door behind her but does not bolt it. The Scavengers will break in, regardless, once they divine Grandmere’s passing. Besides, she has almost everything she needs secured at her back and waist. Grandmere had made sure. She scrubs an arm across her face. Her tongue is thick, her …

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