As usual, I promise I'll blog about something and then I forget to do it for weeks. SO here is my report on the New England Young Writer's Conference, finally typed up and out of my head ( Read more... )

On Thursday this week I'm going to be heading up to Middlebury, Vermont to attend the New England Young Writer's Conference. I'm pretty excited. And, because I've been looking for an opportunity to do this for a long time, I'm gonna try something new. When I get on campus, the first thing I'm going to do is leave Nyssa behind and become someone ( Read more... )

His eyes were infinitely sad ( Read more... )

Title: Speaking The King's, Chapter 1 ( Read more... )

AHHHHH I just won first place in a short story contest at my library!


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I'm applying to this young writer's convention/retreat/thing, and you have to send in a one-page writing sample with your paperwork. Somehow my mother managed to wheedle her way into making me let her read my submission before I sent it off. Now my self-esteem is way down because, as usual, she ripped it to shreds. There wasn't any, like, "I'm ( Read more... )

Title: The Witch In The Wall ( Read more... )

Title: Neighborhood Watch
Genre: Fantasy/Satire
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of violence, general creepiness
Notes: I wrote this at eight o'clock at night on a bus ride from NYC back home. it was really dark- I ended up scribbling it in my notebook by the light of my iPod.

( The Big Bad Wolf rings the doorbell and waits. )

I'm bored, and whatever, I I figured WHAT THE HEY, I'VE ALREADY BEEN POSTING A FUCKTON TODAY and I decided to post an excerpt from this story I'm writing about two sexy crazy thieves and the hapless guy they seduce to be their partner in crime/decadence/threesomes. Except the hapless guy is sort of maladjusted and just as nuts as they are, but in a ( Read more... )

Last night I was supposed to go to bed at a reasonable hour so that I could get used to waking up early again (School starts tomorrow; kill me), but instead I blacked out for four hours and when I woke up it was 2 AM and I'd written an eleven minute short film. Whiskey tango foxtrot, I don't even. I don't remember writing it at all, but it's not ( Read more... )