July was NaNoWriMo month for me. I set a goal of 30K words, figuring a thousand a day would stretch me. Boy, did it ever. I consider writing a fun, yet precise and artful enterprise, but in NaNoWriMo the point is to get your story out as fast as possible. In the writing world this …
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Raising the Flag of My Dream
I have a dream. No, it's not as noble as Martin Luther King, Jr.'s dream. But it's mine and if I'm not here (either on social media or in the flesh), it's because I have to run away and join the circus for a bit in order to accomplish it. Time in craft, you understand. …
Be the Comment You Want to See in the World
In January, 2012 I began blogging with zero clue what I wanted to write about or accomplish with my blog. I felt the way I imagine Michael Angelo felt when he was commissioned to paint the Sistine chapel. Put my words out there where millions of people could see... count me in! Of course, the …
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Z is for Zero Regrets
Made it to Z, folks! *thunderous applause* When I decided to participate in the A to Z Writing Challenge, I was apprehensive-- not at the thought of putting out words at firehose pressure, but at the thought of my perfectiosis regarding those words. I've spent more hours on a handful of words that will get …
P is for Perfectiosis
Perfectiosis. A disease that afflicts writers. Symptoms include but are not limited to the following: generalized anxiety, sweats, permanent worry lines on the forehead, permanent duck lips, muscle aches and pains, blurred vision, hair loss (self-inflicted), and ultimately death by defenestration, an option more appealing than hitting publish after spending an eternity on a piece …
A is for Albatross
I received an email* from one of my students. His problem: writer's block. I think he knows there are better-written articles on the subject by better-written writers than me. But I've been where he is. I'm there right now actually. You see, were it not for that A, I wouldn't be here. I'd be watching …
Fiction, a Confession
The beauty of fiction is that you can say all the things you wanted to say, then shrug and tell people, It's fiction. It's like being in the confessional booth with a stuffed bear. Father, forgive me. I put a saber between the ribs of my neighbor's hound dog for defecating on my lawn today. …
KL Griffiths 