Short Story as Psychotherapy

“She sometimes imagined that she could hear the corpuscles knock on the valves, polite as old nuns, before sweeping in with their sacred bath of life.” This is a line I wrote for my short story, called Breathless. It is the post-apocalyptic tale of a woman, a mechanical egg, and …

Barely Counts

Barely counts. I am now an official winner of NaNoWriMo 2009, with 50,200 words and one hour to go. It feels pretty good, even though I have to admit, I’ve got a climax and denouement still to write. Yay for me!


Yes, there is only one channel here at the Middle, and it’s called nanowrimo. I have come to feel that this is both one of the silliest and the most educational things I have ever done as a writer.I have learned that I can write 3 to 4 thousand words …


This is the view from my current favorite writing spot in the yard. My mother-in-law’s art pieces, “Windows on the Wetlands” are in view, as are a new hibiscus, an old cedar stump my dad gave me, and an eight year old staghorn fern.