My writing partner, Renée Jacobson, tagged me with this snazzy (code word for shriek-inducing crazy) “meme” (code word for writing stunt?) called Lucky 7. Like most things that get passed around, Lucky 7 has its own set of rules. Here’s what you are supposed to do: Open your WIP (work in progress) and: 1. Go to page 77. 2. Go to line 7 on that page. 3. Copy the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs as they are written. 4. [...]
My daughter gripped her pen and hesitated. “So Mom, how’s your writing going?” I sighed. I was tired. “Good. I’m in the middle of a scene.” “What’s it about?” Her voice rose. “Is it inappropriate?” “Yes.” “Oh, does it have people, like, kissing?” I rubbed my face with my hands. The muscles around my eyes felt tight. “No!” “Is it like when the mom murders the father?” “Sort of, but it wasn’t murder,” I started to explain. And then I [...]
I glance at my ankle and rub my fingers over the protruding bones. Two cuts divide the front of my lower tibia from the crowded bone depot where the ligaments and the tendons wrap and curl from the lower tibia to the 26 bones that make up my right foot. Last Thursday a closet door tipped over and slammed into my ankle. The swelling from the collision of wood and foot has gone down and the bruising has changed from [...]
I made it to the lake for a ten-miler at 6 p.m., and a mile or two into the run, dark storm clouds raced like black war horses from the western side of the water. The wind picked up and as I ran, with steady gait and an aching ankle along the dirt path, I heard a single clap of thunder and I shivered. The path wove through a thick forest, the trees rustled, and the opening between the tall [...]