A couple months ago, I went to a shelter to adopt a new dog. I came home with Finn, a two-year-old border collie. The important thing you need to know about Finn is that he’s a fanatic. If I bend…
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Why I Write
I write. It’s an impulse born from the need to escape overwhelming sorrow, but it’s become much more. Writing expresses my rage at the gap between what the world is and what it should be, at the short-sighted selfishness that…
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Book Tag–The Who, How, What, Where, and When of My Reading
Beaton chose me in the This and That Book Tag, and I thought I’d thank him and answer this one. It looks fun. 🙂 Would you rather read in bed or on the couch? Most of my reading happens propped…
What to Do about Time?
Ha. If I had a time machine, right now I wouldn’t go back in history or do anything amazingly cool with it. I’d just use it to catch up. It’s not exactly riveting narrative material. But the time crunch is…
I Won A Thinkerbeat Contest
The New Year is starting off well for me. Okay, I’m exhausted, and I burnt myself out writing Christmas stories. (I learned an important lesson about limits, though. A dozen shorts in under three weeks is too much for me.)…
I’m Published
I’m sitting here trying to sort out the complex mix of elation/fear/relief/anxiety. The surge of it is quite a potent thing, and it completely overwhelmed me. I managed to go see Mockingjay tonight, and that’s about it. I have an actual…
Message in a Bottle for 2020
I’m on the verge of being a published writer, and that’s exciting and frightening at the same time. I’ve got spots in two trade anthologies–A Bleak New World and the Art of Losing–which was easy from the publishing standpoint. They…
My 100th Post, with Contest!
Okay, so it’s a small milestone, perhaps. Still, I’ve made it this far, and I want to thank everyone reading this post. I don’t think I would’ve kept going if it weren’t for all you lovely people clicking the little…
Solitude–A Poem for Writers
Today is National Poetry Day. Hurray! It’s the sort of thing that gives me hope for humanity. Only problem is, I don’t have a favorite poem. I have something like forty. All I can say is go read Shakespeare, Kipling,…
Cathleen Townsend 