Many People

Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald This is so true! I (as a writer) am many different people. I have to be! I am a: First and foremost: writer Fighter (you know, with swords?) Outgoing, bouncy…

Not agreed yet

“…. and you have not agreed yet.” “I was hoping you’d let me get away without agreeing.” “Ha! I’d never let you do that!” Imagine that your one of these people- person A or person B. What are they thinking? Who are they? How do they know each other? What is person A trying to…

Small Town Inn

The room smells like apples and freshly baked bread. The seat looks soft, the table big. Voices chatter and laugh, snatches of conversation can be heard from the street. “Don’t forget to turn the…. food is just lovely …. meal is wonderful.” The fire glows and flickers, guests enter the inviting door and shake the…

The Wizard on Main Street- next chap.

A trip downtown Dr. Brown was leaving his apartment. But he was late. All because of John. Everything was late because of John. Dr. Brown would not put up with this anymore. No, he would go downtown and do his simple magic. His simple magic was the best way to make some money, enough to…

Writer to Writer

Click here to read a post called The Golden Summer, witch I guest wrote on Writer to Writer. Sorry I have been busy, so I haven’t posted a lot on here. I was going to post today, but ended up working on The Golden Summer all day!

The Wizard on Main Street

I saw a post* and cam up with this idea: A wizard’s story from different perspectives. So this is completely random and maybe not at all good. It’s also a first draft, so feel free to comment with any suggestions! The Wizard on Main Street The Mail is Late John delivered the mail at precisely…

Just two quick links!

Urban wizards. Love this site! Challenge! Try this challenge, I’ll be watching it to see who does it!    

Gray

Gray as in clouds, and roads. Gray as in Graystripe (from Warriors, by Erin Hunter). There are a lot of gray things, and objects. Gray walls in the living room, gray laptop on the floor. Gray shirts in a stack and gray fireplace buckets by the wood stove. Gray shoes in the shoe basket, my…

Glass Dolls

I have five glass dolls. (Technically six, but one is shared with my sister.) I love my dolls. I collect them no matter how torn, scarred, broken and lifeless. First of all was Annie. She used to be Mom’s, and she came from Germany. Annie has bare feet and an old-fashioned dress. She has messed…