I am a liar. Not to you. Not to my friends. To myself. I lie daily about what I can accomplish. Evil words like “This is all I can do today,” or “I don’t have time for this.” Sometimes I even go so far as to say “This is too
Some writers crank out thousands of words a day and complete their stories from start to finish with very few surprises along the way. There is editing to be done, but the first draft has everything it needs to survive. Other writers claim that their stories are told to them
Sometimes I go in too deep when writing in first-person.The main character has no knowledge outside what is in their head, and I find myself so lost in the skull of the person I’m writing, I forget a vitally important fact. I do know what else is going on in
The red-circled date on the wall calendar caught Norman’s attention. He’d been on his way to the refrigerator to claim his morning cup of juice when he spotted the reminder. It was the 15th, bill paying day. Norman preferred to spend Saturday mornings in his bathrobe, watching reruns from the
The moment he realized his mistake, it was already too late. The banana was in the garbage can, its peel still in his hand. He considered whether the 5-second rule applied to food in the trash, but he could see the white flesh of the fruit was already speckled with
It had been over a month. Norman checked his mailbox every day, and yet each day there was no check. The first two weeks he decided the holidays were responsible for the delay. Once Christmas and New Years passed he was certain it would come with the first pay cycle.
Phoebe Knight is not the name that was given to me at birth. I always knew I would eventually use a pen name, but committing to a name was one of the most difficult choices I’ve ever had to make. Oh, there were more heart-rending choices. Risky surgery or risk