She sat in the cold room, towel slipping down her waist.  Her wet hair was twisted behind her, the ends weeping tears down her back.

 Those of you familiar with me as a writer probably know I don't write poetry.  I have no capacity for meter (understand how it works theoretically, have tried it a few times, but have no further desire to try to write using it), no real appreciation for the Greats, besides a few exceptions (I do enjoy Keats).

So I don't write poetry.  I don't try ( Read more... )

Here is the last story I wrote for an undergrad writing workshop class.  It's actually of a similar subject as my last entry, although much more serious.

I've sent it to my other professor for more feedback, so it might be revised, but I think it's fairly complete as is.  Not entirely sure how I feel about it, but I've gotten some positive feedback ( Read more... )

 So I last worked on this in February, though I think I wrote it long before that.  Just re-read it tonight, and it made me laugh, and I was pleasantly surprised by the quality, so I'm sharing.

Context: long long ago, I discovered PFOX, explored their sites, read their testimonies and propaganda, and grew so angry I decided there was only one way to ( Read more... )

I wrote this a while ago, perhaps a year.  118 words ( Read more... )

Hey look, I made it better! :D ( Read more... )

Unlike my last story, which I wrote in twelve hours, I wrote this one in exactly one month. It was originally 8,500 words (fifteen pages single-space). This is tremendousIt's my circus story. My gritty circus story, which I kind of had in mind - just that setting - for a couple years, though I just this semester decided the specifics, the ( Read more... )

So, I've been writing this semester. Pretty productively, I think - four lengthy things, two fiction and two creative non-fiction. I'm really happy with how good I feel about all of them - some need a lot of work, but they all have potential. I'm going to be revising them in the next couple of weeks, then revising them again for a final ( Read more... )

I am obscenely happy about this story.

I was anxious about it, of course; the only thing I truly liked was the climax; but I was anxious about the majority of it in the middle, which I thought might be vague and pointless building-up which did nothing; I was (justifiably) anxious about the ending, which I thought was totally inappropriate and trite ( Read more... )

Something I just finished AN HOUR AGO. SERIOUSLY.

Because it's not like I'm posting stuff here that I'm ready to submit to publication. This was intended to just have my desperate attempts at original stuff, half-finished stuff and really bad stuff (*cough*lastsemester), etc. So I just wrote this.  I had a very certain mood I wanted to capture, and ( Read more... )